Scabs and bruised knuckles
Keren Ann played a bitter-sweet overture in my dreams, where everything seemed to move like bad claymation. I could fly, I was one of a few who had gifts. I woke up kicking the bottom of the couch because I had to jump to get away from an explosion. It was a disheartening way to wake up, not only because I realized that nothing was true, but also that I missed the writer's meeting today.
I went last week and they wanted some material. I have it, just didn't pass it on. I can send it via email to the musical director, still, it's not the same. I wanted to hear my words read back to me. I wanted to see how it would flow and how people would laugh in a group.
I have bags under my eyes that could pack a family of four. Bruises in weird places and my knuckles hurt. Did I move around in my sleep again? I've been working out like a madman, getting my figure (if there ever was one) back. Ended up cutting my knuckles on the "punching bag" I made. Lesson number 1, don't punch wood without a little protection. Practically growing a beard for the first time ever. Not quite so patchy, but it's still a young looking beard, just major scruff really.
I went last week and they wanted some material. I have it, just didn't pass it on. I can send it via email to the musical director, still, it's not the same. I wanted to hear my words read back to me. I wanted to see how it would flow and how people would laugh in a group.
I have bags under my eyes that could pack a family of four. Bruises in weird places and my knuckles hurt. Did I move around in my sleep again? I've been working out like a madman, getting my figure (if there ever was one) back. Ended up cutting my knuckles on the "punching bag" I made. Lesson number 1, don't punch wood without a little protection. Practically growing a beard for the first time ever. Not quite so patchy, but it's still a young looking beard, just major scruff really.