This past week has been a strange one. Since being let go from my last job after a matter of days, everything has changed from being hopeful into a huge piss-pot of uncertainty. The last week has been a strange mix of frantically applying for jobs, meeting up with friends and doing tourist-type shit. Some of it has been good, a lot of it has been a huge fuckpile of shit-arranging ARGH.
It has been a struggle to say the least. Add to that, the giant, steam-powered twat-hall of a cold I've had too, it's not been the best of weeks. Still, on the other hand, I have had a lot of time to think about things and weigh up my options. I'm trying to remain positive and realistic. It's a hard balance, as there is that constant nagging feeling that somewhere out there, some wank-activated air bag is having a bloody good laugh at my expense, yet I know I have a few options open to me.
Options and opportunities that I can go for, because at the end of the day, that's how I ended up down here in London: I saw an opportunity and I took it. Ok, so it pissed on my Corn Flakes, but I gave it a go at the end of the day. As a result, I've decided to do less pondering and more doing. You only live once and all that jizz. For ages people have said to me that I should carry a notebook and pen around with me incase I get some script ideas whilst I'm out and about, so the other day, I bought a Moleskine, a pen and pencil and you know what? I've actually been sodding well writing in it! And it feels good.
Bollocks to the aforementioned wank-activated air bag, because no matter how this all turns out, it's given me a lot to think about and shit loads to go out and do and you know what? Double bollocks to the pissy Corn Flakes of uncertainty, because I'm enjoying the whole experience.