I have a headache and muscle aches and I'm sore and CRANKY and capslocky.
The family left to go to church and I couldn't get up to go, even though I was supposed to sit at the preschool table (nightmare) and man the Mission 2540 table after. God understands, but will the people I've let down? Right now, I feel to crappy to care overmuch.
My voice is scratchy and deeper than normal, which is conducive to neither auditioning (tomorrow) or finishing August's podcast, due (bad words) Tuesday. Well, the site's down until the 3rd, so maybe I have that long? No one wants to hear this... if my Draco voice was deep before, now it's positively masculine. *headdesk* Ow.
Short cute kid story. I went last night to see Antigone. I took the boys (it was a high school theatre camp show, so I knew it wouldn't be very long or have copious amounts of blood) and about halfway through, Aaron leans over to me and says, "Someone's going to DIE."
Indeed. And here I thought they wouldn't 'get' or appreciate tragedy. If you think I've scarred my children for life, fear not. The encore (while the cast was still in their togas and masks, mind) was a dance choreographed "Fosse style" to Bye Bye Blackbird. Yes, it was just as funny as it sounds. I'll now be disapponted with any production of Antigone that doesn't include jazz hands.