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What if the hokey-pokey really is what it’s all about?

I have decided that my tolerance for thinking is getting smaller and smaller. My brain just doesn’t seem to function anymore. My concentration is shot. Maybe I just need wildly stimulating psychological discussions to get the juices flowing again. I dunno. But alas. That, like most things, will have to wait until December. I love all this performing, but it is exhausting on top of work. You’d think I would know better by now - I’ve been doing this my whole life.

I am being a total girl these days. In some ways it is liberating, and in some ways I am disgusted with myself. But today I am sporting shiny pink nail polish, mooning about a boy, and feel hyper-emotional. It doesn’t get any worse than this.

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