For whatever reason, it hit me today that I am now no longer producing income, and I have no prospects for doing so. I have been suffering through a massive anxiety attack for most of the day. I at one point had to stop in the street and call S, just to hear a reassuring voice.
The next gig on my calander is not till August. Next season seems to be shaping up, but I am nervous about surviving until then.
The plan I had for making money this summer seems to have fallen through.
Maybe a life of crime wouldn't be so bad.
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