This job is making me miserable and that's almost a good thing. It means there's something else I'd rather do. I could go postal, or "Go Wendys" on them if I don't take acting more seriously. I'm rehearsing for a fringe play tonight and then tomorrow I have an audition for one of the top theatres here. I can't make a career of it in Winnipeg: it's impossible to live off of it. I need to get out of here, think of a plan of action to kick-start my life, to make myself happier.

[I'm starved right now. I've drank nothing but coffee and I need some food.]

After work, I'd go over to the restaurant next door and order drinks, Sour Apples. I love those things, but I may become an alcoholic. This is definately a sign to leave that job if I feel the need for a drink as a result.

Also, my younger brother is becoming more of a pain in the ass. He seems to think I have a pair of his keys and insists on being condescending towards me in his belittling tone of voice. Just for that, I won't even look for the stupid thing. If I do, I'll copy it then give it back. I use to think I was envious of him, but even if I was more successful than him, he'd still be a jerk towards me. Even if my older brother didn't come to Canada and bond with him so long ago, my younger brother still would treat me the same way. It's his loss