11:00 am

So I’m back at work today. Herbert’s not here yet -- money’s not here yet! At least I do have some work to do. Looking through tapes, finding usable shots for a promo video. I keep telling myself to hang on for another four weeks, but my heart just isn’t in it. I think I can’t hold on anymore. I want to get out. I want to run away. Run home. Be safe. It is and option. And a very good-looking one these days. I wish Steve would send me my mail so I could see how much money I don’t have. So Herbert just called. He’s over at Bernardo’s trying to find out about my money. This’ll be interesting. I’m fed up with nothing working here. Now the Beta machine is down. Along with 2 other dubbing decks, the camera lights, one camcorder’s sound -- the other is still lying in pieces from 30 May. I really see absolutely no future.


11:00 pm

I’m feeling rather thought-less tonight. I don’t have a clue what to write about. Feeling blank. I wonder if I “need” drugs in order to be creative. Seems that way sometimes. I talked with super-cute Fran today. He was on vacation in Galicia and is now going to Ibiza. Ibiza! I thought he was gay! God, he’s cute. Um..... So Herbert never came in this morning. I still don’t have my money. Absolutely ridiculous. Y’know, I’m hoping that something will happen to “force” me to quit. Although I kinda enjoyed playing with ideas for the promo. As long as I have a concrete goal. An idea of what I’m supposed to do. Usually, I don’t have a clue. Went to the beach with Jeannet today. The waves were great! I’ll go to Bolivia tonight to look for Joel. Tomorrow’s Friday already. I wonder if we have a wedding Saturday or next Saturday. I should make an audiotape this weekend. It’s funny how I equate time with TV. It’s 11:20. I should be watching the local news. In the morning, I should be watching “The Today Show.” At 7:30, Jeopardy. I really don’t miss prime time, however. Oh, I just had a thought. No college football! Saturdays won’t be the same.