THIRTY

I always begin blogs with the best of intentions.

Dear Diary,

My name is John and I am 27 years old and I promise to be your best friend and write in you every single day.

Your pal,

Big Fat Liar

I try. This is a general post aimed at at least getting things down on digital paper lest I forget the significance of the past 1.5 months. I will elaborate on things later... I promised Dear Diary. Specifically, there will be separate posts about the Foreman internship and my 1/2 marathon.

A list for now.

1.) Got a job at Starbucks. Working hard for little money but I'll get health insurance which is a big deal for struggling artists like myself. I work on 73rd and Columbus. It takes me 45 minutes to get to work. I get angry every time I pass the Starbucks by my apartment on the way to the train knowing how much easier it would be if THAT ONE would have been hiring. 

2.) I ran the NYC 1/2 Marathon on behalf of The American Cancer Society on August 16th. It took me 2 hours and 23 minutes to run 13.1 miles. About six months ago I could barely run 1.5 miles without stopping.

3.) I've started my internship with Richard Foreman's Ontological Hysteric Theatre. The production is Idiot Savant starring Willem Dafoe being produced at The Public Theater. I have operated a table saw. 

4.) It is titty sweat hot/humid. I look forward to October. 

5.) I lost my camera on the subway and had a panic attack over it. 

6.) I've hallucinated seeing my cat lying in the corner a few times before remembering that she is now with a loving family who adopted her in Phoenix. 

7.) I am dating absolutely no one. Especially not fashion models. Especially not orange skinned fashion models. 

8.) I've learned that a Chipotle burrito, burrito bowl, et al. costs about $2 more in NYC than in Arizona. At least this is the case at the location near my work. 

9.) I saw Tori Amos at Radio City and she was amazing. 

I. NEED. MORE. TIME.