im so tired and hungry
im in the stupid computer lab at mcc, waiting for prof burm to come and give me the packet of 20 short stories i have to read and edit and critique over break.
the show went extremely well today, we didn't even botch our lines up. but um.. sara, aka narrator number one, had an athsma attack on stage. she didn't know waht to do, becuase at first she thought it was just dry mouth coughing, etcetera. but then it wouldn't stop. someone even brought her a cup of water, and she was still like convulsing and shaking. she somehow got through the end of the show, and ran off with out talking to any of us. she was really upset. agh. that girl gets shit on by the world every day, i just wish i could take care of her and make her better. there's so much the matter health wise with her, plus the rest of life that she still has to deal with. blah i can't even explain. but she's MY vagina hero.
"the heart is capable of sacrifice. so is the vagina."
the show went extremely well today, we didn't even botch our lines up. but um.. sara, aka narrator number one, had an athsma attack on stage. she didn't know waht to do, becuase at first she thought it was just dry mouth coughing, etcetera. but then it wouldn't stop. someone even brought her a cup of water, and she was still like convulsing and shaking. she somehow got through the end of the show, and ran off with out talking to any of us. she was really upset. agh. that girl gets shit on by the world every day, i just wish i could take care of her and make her better. there's so much the matter health wise with her, plus the rest of life that she still has to deal with. blah i can't even explain. but she's MY vagina hero.
"the heart is capable of sacrifice. so is the vagina."