Some days things go really well.
I threaded all of the projectors (excpet one) for the 7's last night. Learning something in a day feels pretty good. And I only fucked up once, and it wasn't that bad.
I saw The Greatest Game Ever Played secretly last night. I know that it looks like a golf movie and it is disney and all that but, jeez it was unbelievably wonderful. It is really the best thing that I have seen since I got back here (not that the movie selection has been outstanding or anything).
I have been wondering lately......
How much are we required to live in reality? I mean what does that even mean, right? Is it silly to have dreams? I mean any kind of dream.
I want to be cinderella. I do. There is no denying it. Is that any siller than someone wanting to be a stock broker or someone wanting to be house painter?
Even if it is.... does that really matter?
Jeez I feel just as circular as fucking T.S. Elliot right now.
(see post title for continued cirular movement)