After 12 hours my brain turns into a pumpkin
For the past month, I had been organizing a breakfast in honour of the 100 or so athletes at the U of O who acheived an 8.0 AGPA or more last year. The breakfast was this morning, which meant I had to be up at 5am to have enough time to look presentable and get the room set up before all the athletes arrived.
Everything went really well but I was unfortunately unable to take a break after the event since Tuesday is our meeting day (Meetings, because none of us are as dumb as all of us).
And after all those meetings are done, there was a Men's Hockey game, which made me late for rehearsal.
So I finally get to rehearsal and I'm beat. And we do a stumble through and I'm calling line every third word, even though, as Linda patiently points out, I got it right the first time. But my brain won't comprehend. Surely I made a mistake! My energy is so low, I feel like I'm dragging the entire scene down. Bless my colleagues for still plowing through. Compared to me, it felt like they had 4 cans of Red Bull for dinner.
At least my instincts were still somewhat intact. I managed to realize that for some of the blocking I'm stuck behind a table and can't seem to get out of there. Oh, and they also made me realize that I sucked big time tonight. Sometimes I wonder why people still cast me in stuff.
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On a brighter note, for those interested, Derek is still alive in Japan. Find out more here.
Everything went really well but I was unfortunately unable to take a break after the event since Tuesday is our meeting day (Meetings, because none of us are as dumb as all of us).
And after all those meetings are done, there was a Men's Hockey game, which made me late for rehearsal.
So I finally get to rehearsal and I'm beat. And we do a stumble through and I'm calling line every third word, even though, as Linda patiently points out, I got it right the first time. But my brain won't comprehend. Surely I made a mistake! My energy is so low, I feel like I'm dragging the entire scene down. Bless my colleagues for still plowing through. Compared to me, it felt like they had 4 cans of Red Bull for dinner.
At least my instincts were still somewhat intact. I managed to realize that for some of the blocking I'm stuck behind a table and can't seem to get out of there. Oh, and they also made me realize that I sucked big time tonight. Sometimes I wonder why people still cast me in stuff.
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On a brighter note, for those interested, Derek is still alive in Japan. Find out more here.
3 Comments:
Hey Nance,
You either made or ruined my day. I'm not sure which. I'll say thanks.
In other news, Meg's been looking for you. She wanted me to tell you.
J
By anycheese, at 11:04 AM
Meg?
Which Meg?
By Nancy Kenny, at 12:03 PM
Meg at the gym. You know, trainer Meg. She keeps asking me about you.
By anycheese, at 6:44 PM
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