It's 10 to 2am, and I've played my part in this drama--this magazine production. I'm sticking around, though. It's out of my hands and I'm tearing myself apart that something's wrong, that there's a mistake I didn't catch, that my career is over. Really, I shouldn't be too pissed off about the latter, but still. It's definitely this weird love hate thing. There's a couple other people here at the office, but still I feel detached. I have a paper cup of red wine. I have Annie Hardy's gutsy vocals in my headphones. I have a paycheck I haven't deposited. And I'm taking the day off tomorrow.
It's 10 to 2am, and I've played my part in this drama--this magazine production. I'm sticking around, though. It's out of my hands and I'm tearing myself apart that something's wrong, that there's a mistake I didn't catch, that my career is over. Really, I shouldn't be too pissed off about the latter, but still. It's definitely this weird love hate thing. There's a couple other people here at the office, but still I feel detached. I have a paper cup of red wine. I have Annie Hardy's gutsy vocals in my headphones. I have a paycheck I haven't deposited. And I'm taking the day off tomorrow.
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