Chalking

Intestines stuffed. Numb.

Went to Virgina's Woolf's Orlando at the Iseman Theater last night. AMAZINGGG. The play was great, as was the acting. Connie and I got there late but somehow ended up sitting in the front row. I love Woolf's stream-of-consciousness style. To me, it was a story about how men and women experience the world differently, and different selves simultaneously existing inside of us. I've never been able to decide which self I want to be. I have so many. I usually tailor my voice, dress, etc according to external situations. I'd like to find my authentic self. I think she wears a cheetah print coat but how does she wear her hair? Does she wear makeup? Run away and join the circus?

Then there was a food fest to celebrate Connie's last day in the Marriot. Food baby. In my belly.

I'm tired of deciding which people to let down. Did chalk drawings for Snigdha today. That's the problem. I'm doing it because I'm her friend not because Bollywood is my calling. No more. It pissed me off that I had to miss tutoring because of it. I leave tutoring feeling so light, happy. I want to find some kind of work that doesn't feel like how I think of work. It's good to be busy. Have a purpose. I just want to feel good doing it. Still hunting. I fear work. I cannot make spreadsheets. I can. I just don't want to. Like so many other things. I'm not sure I can even answer to someone. I hate taking orders. I guess I could always start my own business right? It's in my blood I suppose.

Did an Illustration for the YDN today. I'll post it later.