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ricardienneThis is one of those days. When I can't even move, can't think, can barely talk. When I'm just overwhelmed, and any action is too risky, too dangerous, too chancey.
I'm not good enough for the orchestra or for lessons. I'll audition, and they'll say "Sorry, try again next year, maybe."
I should be practicing right now. E. is out of the room at Acappella rehearsal -- I really should. But instead, I'm whining to N. and whining here. What is wrong with me? So it's 9:30; I should go to bed then.
In lighter news, I completely cracked up during L&T today. Somehow, someone said something about Id, and then someone else asked what it was.
"Oh, you know, it's the subconsious part of you that wants to sleep with your mom," answered a third person.
I suppose one would have had to be there, but I could not control myself. Everyone was a bit surprised, as I'm not usually the one to lose herself (himself) laughing. That was the high point of the day
I'm not good enough for the orchestra or for lessons. I'll audition, and they'll say "Sorry, try again next year, maybe."
I should be practicing right now. E. is out of the room at Acappella rehearsal -- I really should. But instead, I'm whining to N. and whining here. What is wrong with me? So it's 9:30; I should go to bed then.
In lighter news, I completely cracked up during L&T today. Somehow, someone said something about Id, and then someone else asked what it was.
"Oh, you know, it's the subconsious part of you that wants to sleep with your mom," answered a third person.
I suppose one would have had to be there, but I could not control myself. Everyone was a bit surprised, as I'm not usually the one to lose herself (himself) laughing. That was the high point of the day
