On Thursday I got a call back from that Warehouse place that I couldn’t find on Tuesday. I explained that the building was not labeled and had no address on it. The guy admitted to that, but I said I wasn’t interested. I’m not going back wandering around trying to find that place. I mean the guy seemed kinda desperate. He sent me like 5 emails about the job in total. Over the course of 3 days.

That place that I missed the call from did eventually return my call the next day. They wanted to schedule some strange time for an interview. So I had to reschedule.

My mom says I’m becoming more pretentious as a writer. Am I? I’m not sure. Why is writing a performance art? I still don’t get this one.