Don't go wasting your emotion...

Today was officially the first day I started to feel like myself, and less like a displaced Cherokee on, "The Trail of Tears". Waking up was awesome because the sun was shining in through the windows in the bedroom and I swear that I could hear The Beatles whispering, "Good day, sunshine..." in my ear as I did my usual feline-esque stretching to psych myself for waking up. Adam was 10 minutes ahead of me, wreaking havoc in the living room. I woke up just in time to save Elmo from being tossed to his death, down the stairs where my brothers sleep. (Which my little brother, Joey, refers to as, "The Mausoleum").

Joey was bored enough to allow me time to answer job emails, while he took Adam and Elmo outside to play. I replied back to the event/promo company in Dallas. The guy setting up my interview, Evan, said he chose my resume out of all the others because I ended my email with; "I hope you're having a great day!" Kind words really do go a long way.

Talked to Brandi for a bit to catch up on her and Oklahoma. She is addicted to twitter again, as my brother Patrick and I are, and she was telling me how her Twitter update this past Friday made it onto a billboard in OKC. We talked about Twitter for over 15 minutes straight.

What the fuck are we doing with our lives?!?!?!?

Just as I was about to sit down and start writing that sci-fi short story for a publishing job I'm applying for in Dallas, Jeremy text me. Of course I got side-tracked. Sometimes I want to tell him that I can't talk to him because I have shit I need to get done, but I just don't have the heart. And sometimes, I take the hit of falling behind on my to-do list because even though we don't see each other often anymore, he still makes me smile. I'm telling myself that its okay to smile because of something fleeting, or something serious he says or does, because its okay to be happy. Even if its not forever. Once I finally decide to fuck everything up with him, I have this feeling he still won't be going anywhere. With us it was kind of like, "right place, wrong time". Then shitty situation in Wichita. Then it turned into "wrong place, right time", after I moved.

Tomorrow I have to work on getting that story done and sent out by the end of next week. Sci-fi isn't my area of expertise. I mean, have you met me? My real life is scarier than science-fiction! I'm struggling to come up with ideas to submit to this publishing company. Funny, but Jeremy gave me a good idea for a plot...something involving Eric buying drugs from strippers, but instead, the strippers turn out to be aliens... and they abduct Eric.

LIZ: I think sci-fi means something that isn't real.

JEREMY: You're right. That probably is something that actually happened to Eric at some point in time, huh?