June 13, 2015
I don't want to go to work today. I'm ashamed, if truth be told. I didn't prepare for my little city's art day-even though I'm trying to be an art center of the community. Reason? I resent them. I've landed beyond hope, beyond doubt beyond despair and now I'm into resentment. Screw 'em. Wrong attitude, I know, but feelings are what they are. I want to hang back in my little house and wish I didn't have a presence on the main drag of town. I want a real job now. I'm selling out. Get me a contract! Yesterday!