Maybe None of This Will Matter
The high point of the day: There was a new episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy on Bravo and, after his makeover, the evening’s straight guy got to hang with Vince Neil and chill with a pretty attractive young lady on a blind date. He didn’t look too shabby and he seemed happy. All in all, it was a great way to veg out and let the evil and stress that had been surrounding me since this morning melt away.
I’m having a hard time balancing the gym and my schoolwork. I noted today that I have a ton of reading to do and I’m not getting it done fast enough. Perhaps I have to spend more time on the weekends and perhaps I need to stop myself from doing anything but reading when I get home from work and/or the gym. But it frightens me to think I might have to give up valuable destressing time, even if it is for school. I get so worked-up during the day, during the week, that I need some time to chill out and listen to iTunes and download cover images for my songs. I need that.
I also need to succeed in this MFA in Creative Writing endeavor. So, I’m not sure what to do. Do I give up the gym? I can’t get out of my contract without paying a hefty sum. Do I cut back on the number of days I go, which is something I’ve been doing a bit? Will it even matter, since the only reading I’m getting done now in the evenings is actually at the gym, on the elliptical machine?
I don’t know. The guy on Queer Eye last night was a radio DJ and worked at a strip club as a DJ to supplement his income. I’d be happy with either one of those jobs, man. He seemed pretty down on the whole strip club gig but I think I could handle it. It would be a helluva lot better than working behind a desk all day, wouldn’t it?
I should go check my lottery numbers before I go to bed. Maybe none of this will matter.