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my insides are pink and raw
and it hurts me when I move my jaw
but I am taking tiny steps forward.
I've had that song stuck in my head for the past couple of hours because I have another ear infection and in fact, it is excrutiatingly painful to move my jaw right now, but then I realized it was fitting for many other reasons.
Things are realigned themselves back to the way they should be, and I'm loving them for doing that.
I still think the studio theatre, when it's only lit by one light and there's a half-assed rehearsal set set up in it, is one of the most beautiful (even if it's old and nasty and dirty) things I've ever seen. I'm afraid to believe in potential and possibility these days, but when I'm cleaning up after rehearsal, that place has an uncanny ability to remind me about why I love theatre.
and it hurts me when I move my jaw
but I am taking tiny steps forward.
I've had that song stuck in my head for the past couple of hours because I have another ear infection and in fact, it is excrutiatingly painful to move my jaw right now, but then I realized it was fitting for many other reasons.
Things are realigned themselves back to the way they should be, and I'm loving them for doing that.
I still think the studio theatre, when it's only lit by one light and there's a half-assed rehearsal set set up in it, is one of the most beautiful (even if it's old and nasty and dirty) things I've ever seen. I'm afraid to believe in potential and possibility these days, but when I'm cleaning up after rehearsal, that place has an uncanny ability to remind me about why I love theatre.