Feeling: sous le vent
Listening to: Sense Field - On Your Own
Reading/Watching: homework

I am annoying right now, because I am sick, and it makes me punky and mopey and agoraphobic.

I'm to the point where my ears and nose are completely closed, and I can't talk above a murmur without needing to cough.

(Mon coeur, I am praying you didn't catch this from me. If I'd known, I would have stayed away and let you enjoy your health.)

I still dragged my raspy, Kathleen-Turner-voiced, exciting-as-a-soaked-potato-chip self to play rehearsal, where I recited my lines sotto voce just to prove I had them memorized, and dammit Iago, if you don't pull your head out of your rear and learn your damn lines, I am going to beat you senseless with your plastic rapier.

The stage manager should not be feeding them to you five words at a time, so that you can say "um" every three seconds and wait for her to prompt you again. I should not know your lines better than you do. Golly jeez.

Nimsay is taking the Bar tomorrow. My prayers will follow her there, because this time, she will succeed. :) And there will be no more crying or stress attacks or exhaustion, yes?

Well... at least not for her.

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