Aw crap; aw balls; aw crappy balls.
Sorry. That's a bit more graphic than I had intended.
I am up to my eyeballs in stress, and it's all of my doing. This weekend I'm performing as a part of Six Figures' Artists of Tomorrow festival, and I'm performing solo work, and I have no idea what I'm going to do. None, as of this moment. I said "yes" to this last-minute opportunity because I want to be working, and because Friend Melissa coerced me. Yes: I was coerced. She specifically mentioned my silent-film work, and she knew that it would entice me, and so it's her fault that I'm a concentrated ball of uncertain stress right now.
Not really, though.
I've scheduled some time to work in a rehearsal space tonight, for about three hours. We'll see what comes of it.
That's it. No, really: That's it. More to follow.
