(no subject)
Feb. 8th, 2009 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mereilinIt's ridiculous that I feel like crying, but can't even muster enough energy to do so.
The morning started with a humiliating rehearsal in which I was one of eight people learning six spots, and the slowest one to pick up the choreography. Things didn't improve until afternoon, but by then I was sore and exhausted. I came home to find out that Sadie had spiked a fever and was actually napping. (She later threw up, ate a tiny amount of homemade egg drop soup, and went to bed.)
I'm about to go to bed myself. There is much more weighing on my mind tonight, but the wine has done me in.
The morning started with a humiliating rehearsal in which I was one of eight people learning six spots, and the slowest one to pick up the choreography. Things didn't improve until afternoon, but by then I was sore and exhausted. I came home to find out that Sadie had spiked a fever and was actually napping. (She later threw up, ate a tiny amount of homemade egg drop soup, and went to bed.)
I'm about to go to bed myself. There is much more weighing on my mind tonight, but the wine has done me in.
