I'm Here...wherever that is...

I've been singing a lot of The Color Purple recently.

and that's when it hit me.

I'm stuck.

Once again, I'm slinging trays of food, waiting tables, which I said i would NEVER do again. I try to carry as many dishes in my arms as possible to at least feel like I'm making a statement.

I haven't auditioned in two weeks which hasn't happened since January.

I've been cutting down on my caffeine intake which is just crazy because one iced coffee a day seems pointless... 

I'm sleeping in the bed of someone I've never met which...well which has happened more than once in my life but we don't need to discuss that.

ALL I'M SAYING IS

I'm stuck.

And I know you can relate America. We've all been there. We've all had to stare at our bank account and wonder what's the cheapest food you can live off of for a month so you can justify one last G&T before paying your student loans and hoping a paycheck shows up before RENT is due again...NO not the show although if that were due for a booking NOW'S THE TIME MICHAEL GREIF!

You have my number, I know you do.

We've all had to stare at our phone when our parents are calling and wonder if we pick up and try to make it through a phone call without sounding like you're shitting on your degree and begging for money, or if you just call back later once you've composed your shattered soul and tell them NYC is a DREAM and something's coming real soon, you can feel it.

If there's one thing Northwestern doesn't know how to prepare you for, it's mediocrity.
If there's one thing NYC knows how to make you feel, it's mediocre. 

But maybe something is coming real soon.

I mean, Gavin Creel was only 25 when he was nominated for his first TONY Award...

and wait a minute...

I'm only 23...which means...I've got 2 whole years to dick around...

Hell, I'm doing JUST. FINE.

But seriously Dad, I'm gonna need to borrow some money,

TJB: Making It