Bloody Hell! I only sold one ten dollar pack of cards. Like my mother used to say, "It's better than a kick in the teeth." True, but this kind of thing impedes my progress to eventually becoming rich a nd famous.
It's been a good and bad day.
I only made $10.00 - not good.
Leon came to see me and told me about an exciting new idea for the pitch on Tuesday - that's good.
Another friend of mine almost made cry because she kept asking where my mother's ashes had been scattered. She also kept asking about my idea of going to England in August for my birthday. (It's an idea. I'm not sure if I can financially or emotionally capable of going. England holds so many memories of Rob for me.) Really not good at all!
I had dinner at the Spaghetti Factory with Bruce and the kids, which was fun! That's good.
Motria came over, and we watched Law & Order and Mad Men. It was great to catch up with her; we haven't seen each other in awhile - That's good.
I'm in terrible pain with my neck and back - really, really, really not good!
I'm going to go to bed now and sleep in until 11am - fucking fantastic!