motivation is a tricky thing.

i'm feeling a little restless. i'm stuck in orlando alone until my sister comes back from italy, and her dog, tank, just stares at me. i take him for a walk for an hour. we get back. he stares at me. i give him a treat. he eats it. then he stares at me. we go next door and play with his doggy friend for an hour. we go back home. he stares at me. i'm not sure what he wants, but it makes me uneasy.

i also go this really long email from my agent (!!!) about everything i need to do to get started. wow. it's a lot. i need to get a move on! 

i changed my trip plans a little. i'm gonna go up to nyc for a couple days after i leave FL. i figured, i'm already on this coast, and i don't have my return ticket yet, and my dad said okay... so it looks like it's a 'go'. it'll be nice to see some people without the craziness of graduation as a backdrop. 

and, yeah. i'm trying to tie up all my loose ends, make a few phone calls that have been looming, sort out some other things that i didn't get to before i left in a rush. no one said this stuff was gonna be easy, but i'm having a pretty good time. i just wish this dog would stop looking at me.