Oy
Today seems to be a never-ending cycle of not-funness. First, I'm cramped up, and it's not even that time of the month. So I'm having to type one-handed, which feels slightly weird. And slow. Because I'm cramped up, my cousin is mad at me because she wants me to help curl her hair, and I can't do that if I'm hunched over in pain.
However, to end the cycle of not-funness, and start a whole new cycle of sheer insanity and possible stupidity, I received an email from Peter announcing the Unified Auditions, and I'm seriously thinking about doing them of my own willingness and volition.
And my cousin just came in the room and offered me the bribe of a major, never-ending back massage, if I would help her with the process of curling her hair. Very tempting, but as I told her, "What part of 'I'm hunched over in pain and can't do it,' do you not understand?!" She stormed off in a huff, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if she tried to blackmail me next.
However, to end the cycle of not-funness, and start a whole new cycle of sheer insanity and possible stupidity, I received an email from Peter announcing the Unified Auditions, and I'm seriously thinking about doing them of my own willingness and volition.
And my cousin just came in the room and offered me the bribe of a major, never-ending back massage, if I would help her with the process of curling her hair. Very tempting, but as I told her, "What part of 'I'm hunched over in pain and can't do it,' do you not understand?!" She stormed off in a huff, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if she tried to blackmail me next.