Stressed. Money’s getting tight again. I feel guilty complaining about money…like my faith is being tested. I think Melanie is using magic or something. Seems like every time we “really” need it…every time we are a week away from running out…it always shows up. Mel’s going back to work and I guess I’ll try to find something part time. I should get a graveyard shift. Least I’ll be available for meetings and such. Hope the magic comes through this time.
But read it and weep, dreamers. I wrote a movie. It’s coming out. It cost 13 million…I made 50 thousand. And that was nearly two years ago. Next, I’ll be working at Blockbuster to make enough money to buy tickets to my own movie.
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