Finally in a flat and settled. I wish I never accepted this job and just held out a little longer for something I wanted, but I needed the bread. It happens.  I can divest myself and work my ass off though, which I’m doing, but I fear that on this one it won’t be enough. It’s an impossible situation; too little money, too little time, too much script and too high of an expectation. I’m in real trouble. Obviously I’m not sleeping well because of this and I’m wearing thin.   There’s no way to undo this and no way not to succeede.  I must because that’s what I do; I persevere.