Sep 18, 2006 07:14
Last night's extended LJ communication with Audrey spurred me on to write a little bit of my speech. After all, a mere 3 weeks separate me from certain death... er, whatever you want to call it. So I wrote a little bit and then went to bed only to wake up in the middle of the night after having one of those incredibly sustained dreams of public ridicule and genuine embarrassment.
So I was onstage trying to start my speech and for some reason I was carrying a dictionary. My speech was written down on the back of a receipt because I had written it only the night before, and the way the thing started was, "I thought I'd start my speech with a dictionary because I never use one." Everyone was laughing and smiling but no one would actually stop talking to let me say my speech, so eventually they forgot I was up there and everyone started to leave. Then one of my track friends saw me looking upset and said (and I quote), "We're all leaving because you're a skanky ass hoe."
And then I started screaming profanities and that's when I woke up.
This will be a long 3 weeks.