It's been blowing my mind for the last few months that I'm somehow managing to live as a full time square dance caller. I'm also earning about $30 a week with some bookkeeping at the frame shop, but other than that, it's all dance money, all the time.
It's been blowing my mind so much that I no longer eat out. Or buy clothes. Or fancy shampoo. Or, more importantly, liquor.
It's been blowing my mind so much that I'm starting to wake up at 4 a.m. and obsess about money until the sun comes up.
Being a rock star is hard work.
Just as I decide it's time to start seriously thinking about a job, I get a call about teaching some square dancing for an upcoming reality t.v. show.
I've signed a confidentiality agreement, so I can't say much more than that, but this sounds like something I could live on for the rest of the summer. Plus, they want me to rent them some costumes.
It's all just blowing my mind.
In other news, I also want this book.