I have spent my sick day practicing, blowing my nose, sleeping, finishing a season on netflix, and listening to Things by Frightened Rabbits about fifteen times today in all. I just can't seem to get it out of my head.
I have the script down pat. In my head. Memorized.
But now I'm scared that I'll mess up under the pressure.
There's a reason I write, kiddos.
Nevertheless, I'm trying not to think like that.
And that's what this song is helping me do.
Everytime I get a little overwhelmed I just turn it on and by the time the chorus comes on I'm in back to my normally strange self.
This whole week has been unreal at most mildly uncomfortable at least. I've learned that I'm not as incapable as I thought, which is nice, but I don't know how long this feeling will hold up. Probably not too spectacularly long, seeing as I'm a massive toddler bound up in a teenager's body who has the maternal instincts of a lioness.
On that note, stay tuned for a formaldehyde-laced cocktail of a final intention statement.
1 comment:
Ach, quit yer whinin', lass. You'll do fine, and if ya suck, who cares? We're yer friends.
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