It is only the second day back in my parent's house and I'm already going crazy. I went almost 22 hours without a cigarette because I don't have money to put gas in my car or a reason to leave. I just thought I was going to die. On the other hand, my mother told my brother that I was really irritable. Great. Just what I need.
First night back and my mother will not stop hounding me about looking at her new Barbie acquisitions. Yelling down the stairs, "Shane come and see what I bought." "No." "But you haven't seen my new Barbies." "I'll look at them later." I don't think she realizes that I will be in town for awhile.
My brother also quit his job and is planning on moving out of town. He hasn't told my mother yet. Yay for two unemployed sons. Good thing my sister-in-law and sister both have jobs at the same place that my brother is applying to. Maybe I should try to work there too. Oh wait, I would stab myself. It wouldn't take a day to work at a security place watching security cameras and answering phones to make me stab myself right in the jugular.
I cannot wait to get out of this town. And on that note, the tour might have been cut down even more. By future professional actor, I mean temporary professional actor. I need...NEED to start auditioning and applying for jobs. I think that I will just not spend any money and then leave as soon as the tour is done and move to one of the big cities with one of my free places to stay. Who cares about a job. I can get one of those. Hope you are having fun. Sorry about the pissy mood. I think I'm gonna sneak out for a smoke. Night peaches.