Day 11, 12, 13,

Okay. I' sorry people and this is the last time I'll ever do this. I think I need to rewatch Gilbert's talk because in the pas several days the idea that happiness is a choice has been more evident than ever. Tuesday was an exciting day of new beginnings. First I was catching up with my acting coach, I started seeing him when I did theater in high school. Looking back on it he was one of the few people to really pursue me to go after comedy. This was a guy who had been on Broadway, taught plenty of talented kids, and me and him would have a great time just sitting around gossiping making jokes. It was great practice, the first time I went back to work with him on comedy I remember there was a moment where I wiped my forehead and my hand was covered with sweat. Comedy is hard work. Later that night the production company had its initiation for new members and that was a trip. We incorporated, black lights and paint and the works. That was Tuesday, I probably  drank too much that evening as was evident the next day.

I had probably my all time greatest day at work despite fighting mild hangover. I go into a mode sometimes where I'm completely unhinged where, depending on the crowd I either win everyone over or make and ass outta myself. In this case everyone remarked how much more fun I was when I didn't give any shits. The hangover wore off and the whole period ended up feeling like a day of renewal, complete with a giant thunderstorm that I like to think metaphorically washed me clean. The downside to this whole affair was that my car wouldn't start, my dad had to come pick me up like some little girl stood up at the prom.

Now we're on Thursday. My car was left at the parking garage over night. I had to get to work early to ensure that it wouldn't be towed. The plan was to take my dad's car, and refuel mine. We assumed that was the problem. So I'm driving with gallons of gasoline in my dad's tank and the whole thing feels like The Road Warrior. My car had not problem starting up in morning, I thought my problems were solved. But come that evening of course the car doesn't start and I'm back to square one. I drive home my dad's car still smelling like gasoline. These moments are good though because they remind me that happiness can really be a daunting task. But once I was home the night was easy to salvage with a Bloody Mary and a good night's rest.

So here's the positive memories
Monday: 1. At the dollar store I purchased a bunch capsules that turn into farm animals when immersed in water. Of course I even manages to mess that up not realizing the water has to be warm. My parents put them in warm water and some dollar store crap became a family activity.
2. At the fish store I found a surprisingly cheap fish tank, would I be so ballsy? We'll see.
3. I'm trying to make sure my day's highlights don't include alcohol. So in edition to my travels to fish and dollar stores, I think simply driving around. Just clearing my head was the best part.   

Tuesday: 1. I talked with my acting coach, but not only about theater shit but about life. He was talking about how he felt with getting older and I told him about all my anxieties being 25.
2.  I had a long talk with one of my best/oldest friends from highschool. She's the one who's always full of encouraging words and always assuring me that everything will be okay.
3. We initiated new members into our company and covered each other in paint and had lots of laughs.

Wednesday
1.   I have a coworker named, Moriah. We rarely ever talk but on Wednesday I about made her pee herself with laughter because I was acting insane.

2.  I tried on the wrong sized pants. They were 44s that's 14 sizes too big. It was hilarious. 

3. Every so often I put TCM on in the break room. It's always a pleasure when my coworkers get caught up watching the film, on Wednesday it was Douglas Sirk's Imitation of Life.