Just as I imagined, my summer is down the drain.

I'm working full time (thank you promotion) just to head to LA for a week and a half. But that's outta the picture now. The possibility of escape is out of reach and there's no way that I can head to LA without having a place to stay. My friend Zed was supposed to back me up, but my friend and I can only stay there for 4 days while the other 6, I assume, we stay on the streets. I don't even know.

She asked about my "boyfriend" little did she know, I broke his heart after his "mistake," he can choke on unfaithfulness and die. So I'm on a mission to find a hotel for the both of us. I plan to make this trip successful though he still bugs me and wants to make amends...in which this case I'm thinking about it but with negative thoughts.

The writing spiel is outta the picture. I have no muse, no inspiration once again. Due to this slight depression, there won't be any writing. I have a Canadian Movie Producer asking me for stories and I keep telling her I'll give them to her when I have them. I have nothing right now. There's an opportunity for me to work in the Canadian Movie Industry and yet I'm letting it slip by just like everything else. *sigh*