ImCBiscuit

I have been so obscenely uninspired and unmotivated it's sinful. I have no exscuses for my lack of fire and passion. I've been living with my friend and her husband as a nanny for their toddler. Part of my depression/artistic block might be from the word "nanny." It really sucks the life out of you and makes you feel like an old woman who has done nothing in her life but raise other people's children and has never tried to further herself. I'm living with them because they're friends of mine, and their baby is fuckin' awesome. Their baby can say "quiche" and enjoys eating it too. But right now I'm home for the summer, back at my little local

I've actually enjoyed my time here in Coral Springs, Florida. That's becuase at this venue, I got two extra people back stage. It's normally just me. So I've actually had people to talk to durring the show. Granted, sometimes I'd get a little distracted, but I think I've earned that after two months of being alone back stage. The gents here are actually nice and funny and I wish I didn't have to leave them behind. It also makes me a little sad to know that I'm probably never coming back here. I really do hope I can see these people again some day. Thank god for Facebook. Seriously, I don't know how I'd stay in touch with anyone with out that.

I leave Arizona tomorrow. I get on a plane and fly to Florida. It's been nice here in Phoenix, but the show must go on. No, seriously. Yesterday was our final performance and load out. We were here for two months. 60 performances. I'm just happy to be one step closer to going home. Though it's said that this show will be coming back here in January, I don't know if I'm coming with it. I'd like to finish college.