So my worry, for some reason, is my work ethic. I seem to be motivated for the wrong reasons and just dread some days. Maybe I'm being overworked? Maybe I'm not adjusting well? I don't know. But I'm keeping my head up because this Wednesday, I'll be in the same room as Meryl Streep. Yuh. Ya heard me right. I'm so fucking hyped for this.. it still feels like it's not going to happen to me. But what will happen once that day is over? For an optimistic person, I know I won't ever come into contact with my favourite actress. Ever. It's just another fact.

So in the next few days I'm going to have to set my shit down and think real hard. Because instant gratification never lasts long (hence the term instant.) and I've been aiming for that a lot recently. I have to think of what to work for, when to work for it, and why I'm working for it. Because why do something for no reason? Where's the fun in that? It's like having a nice Miranda Priestly: No fun. No interest. No point.

That's all.