5.31.2004 I apologize for designing a template that requires more monthly bandwidth than my hosting plan supports. It seemed like a neat idea at the time and soon I will replace it.
I really enjoy this point in my life. There's just this sensation that so little can go wrong. I have so few responsibilities that I can do almost anything I like--within financial reason--and almost everything satisfies me. I'm living with two of my closest friends in an apartment in Chicago. We wake up when we feel like it and stay up all night laughing and playing games. We sat out on the stoop today drinking beer out of bottles. We spent an hour fixing up a couch we found in an alley beside a scrapyard. Before that, we sat on the floor, which was also okay. We live like children desire to live. We fall asleep drinking soda. On the weekends, we go to the supermarket for the free samples. We challenge each other to come up with the most creative sample combinations. When we feel like it, we work. Even our work is a form of playing. We bounce around fantastic situations and see where we can make them go. I would not be surprised if it doesn't get better than this.
5.21.2004 Driving to Chicago tomorrow. The day after I have my first class at Second City. The day after I look for a new job (and a high-speed internet connection).
5.10.2004 After a show, it takes a few days for the rest of my life to soak back into my consciousness. This is always accompanied by a sense of panic, as I realize how much more I have to do than I've been letting myself acknowledge.
5.08.2004 There will be twoOlde English shows tonight--one in fourteen hours and another in seventeen. Those of you who know us and our habits know that this means that we have been awake for a very long time.
5.06.2004 I've successfully secured a home not only for the summer, but also for the coming school year. (Then I walked away from the computer and Adam Conover typed) I am supposed to be working right now.
For me, making the decision to eat a chocolate croissant is making the decision to be sick to my stomach, though it is a decision that I make often and without hesitation.
