the dive

after days of bliss comes the dive. dive to f**king oblivion. can life be sometimes so cruel that one has to swim into something so unhumane?

obviously today is a bad day. the end of today is a bad end of the day.

everything seemed to be rolling right where i wanted it to go. i got in (work) just in time. well, a few minutes late, but a few minutes is "in time" for me. didnt get as much irate weird cussing calls, i was pretty excited, looking forward to the pm. i was having lunch with my band, and that really was something to look forward to. i missed them, for some weird unknown reason. actually, one reason why my friend, Sweet80sContraDiva (the other singer) and i like to sing so much for this band, aside from it being so groovy fun, is that we have a nice relationship with them. these guys are as old as my folks, and they're cool!(i'm not saying my folks aren't cool, coz they are. but they're not here...sniff. i miss them...sniff.) another factor: they host nice dinner parties, they make us feel and eat right at home.

the band rehearsal was okay. we have gigs on the 17th and 24th, so we were a little pressured to learn new songs..but it was generally okay. we had left over crispy pata, super spicy peanuts, bottomless ice cold beers..and diet coke. we extended for an hour, and then Sweet80sContraDiva and i had to rush to chorale practice.

this was the part that irked me. i haven't had sleep. singing's fine by me, but to dance? aarrgghh. i was wearing a freakin skirt. and we had to do some stretching shit. and i was forced to do it. boohoohoohoo....spread your legs and stretch!! i was so tempted to holler, "spread your legs and stretch my ass, bitch!" but of course i did not say that, the good sweet girl that i am. good sweet comfy-with-profanity girl that i am, i shut my mouth and spread my legs. (hmm...why did that sound good...lol!)

but that's not all...thanks to the MD, i have to sing all the solo parts for sister act. and it's not just singing-singing. it's showbiz-dancing singing-singing. shiieett. performance level everyone. ugh. so, droopy eyed, i had to project as if it were the last performance of my life. how sweet. smile! sway more! feel the song! enjoy!... my ass!

got home exhausted, irritated and tired. woke up 5am. late for work.