Drowning...
By Thanh Christopher Nguyen 10 Jun 2004
Hmmm? I don’t feel like reading, for some reason. I don’t feel like writing, and there isn’t much to do after seven in the morning, except Re-Q a couple of tapes for a cut-in tease for the noon news, and wait for the 25 and 55 minutes, to go punch something into the teleprompter. When I get there, I feel like I should be snorting coke like it’s free, and after seven in the morning, I feel like I should OD on the stuff, because there’s nothing better to do.
<p>Everyone asks me if I like my job, and I say, I don’t dislike it. It’s like saying you’re dating someone because there’s no one better to date, or something like that. It’s a definate indication that I should be doing something else.</p>
<p>I’m still waiting to hear back from Nova. I’d like to go work in Japan, teaching English for a couple of years and working on a screenplay and a TV show portfolio. I just may become an RA in Limestone for a year, just to get the other side of the coin, and to refresh things in my mind for a story I’d like to write based on the experiences.</p>
<p>My friend moved out to Seattle, and didn’t even call to say goodbye. That sucked. </p>
<p>My sister and Kellee (www.kelleeart.com) are getting along well. I’m glad, and I hope Manda moves to Florida, because I bet the two of them would raise hell together, and I could go visit and the three of us would most likely cause the end of the world. If Kellee were my soul-mate, and Amanda were my twin, then the three of us combined would be f’n Voltron or something.</p>
<p>You know what I love? The thick smell of lilacs as I drive down the Georgia highway.</p>