Don't Stop Believin' or Else..
Well, I guess Michelle Obama and Oprah Winfrey, who were in Copenhagen last week, have left the building. Apparently, Oprah had some positive things to say about Denmark. She mentioned that she admired the strength and independence of the Danish women, and felt Danes were mostly content because they live under an economical system, where everyone felt secure. In other words, noone will have to resort to living in a tent city, unless they are into that sort of lifestyle.
So, that got me back watching the Oprah show again, and she had the legendary rock band Journey on her program, albeit without lead singer Steve Perry, but with another guy who was really good. Watching them got me hooked on their inspirational song, "Don't Stop Believin'.." It goes a little something like this, "Just a small town girl, living in lonely world, she took the midnight train going anywhere..." Speaking of which, I could use a train right now.
The truckster has been giving me a hard time. I cringe whenever I turn it on for fear that it might leave me high and dry. I was on my way over to my friend's house and it could barely get up enough power to make it up over the bridge. The lineup of about 20 cars behind me weren't too impressed, so I decided to send it for a little tumble off of the cliff. Nah, I'm just kidding of course.
My friend actually had to pick me up and then drop me off at the theatre after because I was slated to help them out. As I said before, I just wanted to get back into the theatre stuff again, preferably on the sidelines. I came a little bit late but took a seat at the back. I was supposed to be looking after the props and we had collected a few in the days prior.
I heard one of the actors saying that he didn't have a hat to take off and hang up during his scene. A guilty feeling came over me. That was my responsibility. The Director approached me and I said, "I'm Jennifer and I'm here to help with the props." She said, "I know, may I speak to you?" So, I said, "Yes." I thought I was in trouble for screwing up the props. Anyhow, she wants me to do something else in this play, so I've been kicked off of props. I won't say too much other than I'm nervous about it, but it will involve injecting my most practiced qualities, that being "whining" and "complaining."
Anyhoo, after all of this I spent the night at my brothers. I had a sleepless night, wondering if the truckster would get me to my next destination unscathed, the next day. I woke up, revved up the truckster and played "Dont stop believin'" for a little positive encouragement. (At least it has a CD player)
Well, I think that Steve Perry is a damn liar because the truck broke down and I had to get it towed. Well, that kind of sent me over the edge so now, I'm back to watching the craziness that is "the Secret Window," particularly Scene 7 at 7:40, because this is what will happen to the mechanic if he says a) the truck is beyond repair or b) I need a new transmission. You know I'm kidding right?
