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Monday, November 8, 2010
BRAIN
"I got so much funky shit inside my brain I couldn't explain couldn't explain you wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain..."
Typical me.
I have been sitting most of this day in agonizing anxiousness waiting for a phone call that should be the formal offer for the job with triple A. My Brain seriously hurts. I couldn't even get myself to go to the gym today- that's how much this waiting has consumed me. It's almost gotten to the point where I wish the people who interviewed me hadn't said anything, then I wouldn't be dealing with this. Some bullshit huh, people always want to know how their interviews went and here I am getting instant feedback about mine and instead of enjoying it, I am dreading it. I guess that's just what happens when you know you haven't completely cleared all the hurdles prior to landing the job... I was thinking maybe writing about it might alleviate it some what but as of yet, nope. Music isn't helping, vegging out in front of the TV isn't helping, I know drinking wouldn't help so not going there, so I am right now pretty much my own worst enemy. But even when I do get the call (I better!), the anguish won't stop there- then it will be over thinking about passing the test. I honestly shouldn't have a problem passing it but still I am such a dweeb I can't stop thinking about anything and everything that might prevent me from starting my job. Beyond ridiculous I know, but still...
This thinking shit is bunk. I am in the process of trying to bring back the word "bunk" in order to replace it with any other offensive vernacular I might have. I'm not giving up on this one...
Spent a fun filled day yesterday, watching the Chargers win with a d league squad of receivers, doing the Santee mini tour of watering holes, doing a shot called a wet pussy (why? because they were free) discussing politics and the demise of the US economy, talking the usual amount of shit for fun, blah blah blah I'm a drunken asshole, I know. I guess I am gonna go witness Danny do a photo shoot in Temecula tonight before heading back up to LA- somehow I'm thinking I won't be getting much sleep tonight...
Jungle Brothers, Brain- Maybe if I switch up the music...
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