Things are quiet for the moment. Maverick and Hero have gone to the Navy Exchange, since Hero needed some shoes. We were out all day yesterday, and Pearl needed a break, so I chose to stay home and have some mommy-daughter time, especially since she'll be staying with a sitter tonight. She usually has fun when she stays with someone, but I want to make sure her emotional tank was at full before sending her off for the night. I will miss her. I wish I could take her with me tonight, but it would be so unhealthy to have her around loud music, smoke, and lots of people drinking. As much as I hate being seperated from Pearl, it's better for her if she's elsewhere.
I would almost like to be elsewhere tonight, as well. Now that the day of my performance is actually here, I have tremendous stage fright. I think that the last time I performed was over two years ago, and that was in front of an audience I was familiar with. Not only that, but I have just the slightest bit of phlegm in my throat. The kind that pops up while I talk (or sing) and makes me sound like an adolescent boy. Sigh. Well, they always say, bad rehearsal means a good performance. I choose to believe that particular superstition today, since it makes me feel better. Knowing that I have the songs nailed down makes me feel better, too. I would like to practice them at least one more time today, but not overdo it. I need to have some voice left for tonight.
Wish me to break a leg!
--N
LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
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all words � ME, 2005.