I'm holding tension literally everyplace. I stop at traffic signals and tell myself to relax, that's how bad it's gotten. My jaw clicks, I'm holding my breath, one night of bad sleep will be all I need to screw up my neck again (I pulled a muscle in it years ago and re-pull it on occasion).
What am I looking forward to? Not enough. Not enough to outweigh what I'm dreading.
A friend started a Dungeons and Dragons game on Facebook. I've never played, but I like it. I could definitely move in to that world and never leave.
I have friends to visit this summer. Their son is almost old enough to be awesome. (Well, he's pretty much been awesome forever, but in a social-with-grown-ups way.)
I'm directing a show, which is good, but I'm uncomfortable about it. Hooray for self confidence! I used to have that, but then it turned out that people like to tell you anything you do is fine, but not that, and not that, and I can't cope with that.
For the foreseeable future, that's it. I cease to exist in August. At least until the high school work starts up again. And then the little community theatre.
I think I'll take a nap and hope I dream. I like it when I tell myself stories. I wish I could let myself do it when I was awake.
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