I am performing tomorrow night. My script seems to have disappeared during my move. This morning I was a lunatic, wailing and swearing, berating myself for....every horrible character defect I have. Real or perceived.
My friend, Olivia, was the first to call and tell me all kinds of horrible things, much worse than mine. She was right but I did not want to hear it or do anything to make myself feel better.
Then my friend, Charloa, had a piece of the script, and I located another source for more of it and right now I have reprised the entire script. I just wish it hadn't been so painful. I wish I could just know that by bedtime I will have the script, even if it's not myscript.
Along with that drama, I had a great talk with my daughter,also my friend, went to work for 5 hours, sold 3 paintings (to a new friend) and sang with another friend. he sang well, I did not. I am going to practice and get better.
What a wonderful day!
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Haha! You're too funny. Our internet's been down and I finally got back on to read your blog. I recently added a 'blog roll' on my blog (shameless plug...that rebel with a blog. It's a list of blogs I am following, one of them being yours. I just clicked and there you were! BTW, no more horrible things to report. Least not today! Love you, V!
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