Holy Week, or as musicians think of
it, Hell Week, is at long last over. No more wall-to-wall rehearsals and
performance for this gal, not for a while at least. Naturally, my body has
responded to this newfound free time by producing a lovely snap-crackle-pop in
the ol’ lungmeats. Because of course it did.
I’d
probably be responding with a hissy fit right now, only I’m pretty sure I’d
just wind up passed out on the floor doing a passable impression of a yule log,
and I’ve sworn off all Yule log impressions for 2016.
This
situation, I suspect, may require a bit of low-key The Magicians binge watching, perhaps under the influence of a
soupcon of Nyquil later on. I’m told 2016 is a fantastic year. (On a
non-related note, I am not quite sure how Nyquil is legal while marijuana is
still kinda meeehhh in Illinois. Not saying I’ve ever partaken during my wild
and reckless twenties, but purely theoretically, Mary Jane never packed three
quarters of the wallop of that special purple cold pill.)
This
Easter was extra feisty. I managed to leave my coat, my phone, and my house
keys at my cousin’s on Saturday. Then my husband locked us out of the house on
Sunday, requiring a super-exciting break-in to our own home. Adventure!
Excitement! I think next year I’ll take a pass!
On an
unrelated note, April 20th is fast approaching. That’s when I take
the plunge and do a little standup. Boy oh boy, do I ever feel unprepared. There’s
not exactly a checklist for what to do to get ready for something like that,
and that would totally make me feel better. I like lists. They make me feel
like life isn’t spiraling rapidly out of control. Of course, that statement
implies there was some sort of control in my life in the first place, which is
debatable.
Anyhow,
I have a few thousand words piled up for the night in question. Hopefully a few
of them don’t suck. And even more hopefully I won’t just get up in front of
about ten people and have a massive, crippling panic attack. Though, that could
be kind of funny, in a morbid sort of way.
Probably
not.