Today I worked out like an Olympic trainee. I'm so frustrated by my stagnancy and recent lazy spell that punishing myself in the gym is the only immediate solution (in absence of leaving for California today). What pisses me off the most is that the only reason I'm not there right now is money. Had I been more responsible with my money in college, I wouldn't be slinging hash and kissing the asses of OKC's rich and elite to beg for tips. In perspective, though, I suppose waiting tables is good training for the far-more-humbling hill of Hollywood. No, I don't foresee waiting tables once I'm there. I just don't think the necessary evil of kissing ass will go away until I've made it.

Song of the Day
"Too Late for Goodbyes" by Julian Lennon