Woe

By Jenna Cato Bass | December 07, 2009 @ 02:31 am

It's 12.20 and I'm crying in the kitchen. All my plans for getting funding towards attending Sundance have fallen through. As it stands, I can't get a cent. 

It never ends. 

Trying now to rationally scheme and plan, and hear myself think above the din of my own internal monologue, which right now contains enough cursing to supply a sailor's bachelor party. It's coming down to this: Will I be reduced to borrowing another massive chunk of money from my parents (who at this rate probably feel like the world bank. Except without the money) or do i spend every last penny of the money have accumulated over the last decade. And then still have to take a loan from my parents. Oh hell.

Am trying to focus: There will be Fassbinder prints showing in Berlin (Hannah Schygulla is getting a life time achievement award).  Sundance will be Sundance. Really, money is the small thing here. Right? OK... OK... back to work.