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Jul. 14th, 2004 07:58 amI just had a NIDA anxiety dream. That sort of sucked. A lot.
I have to be all pretty and Upper East Side today, when all I realy want to do is wear pants and get my hair cut. Cranky cranky. This mood has me actually looking forward to the stage management gig this weekend though. It'll be hard work, a lot of it physical, if last year is anything to go by, and that'll be good -- I feel like being strong and tired for it.
One supposes I should just find a way to join a gym and make myself go. But it's sort of like why I like sculpture and not painting. I don't know what painting is for. I understand stuff. Similarly. I like exercising, want to be strong, but don't understand going to the gym -- what's the point of that? I need it to be like a doing something thing.
Excuse me while I mumble like an incoherent Valley girl.
I have to be all pretty and Upper East Side today, when all I realy want to do is wear pants and get my hair cut. Cranky cranky. This mood has me actually looking forward to the stage management gig this weekend though. It'll be hard work, a lot of it physical, if last year is anything to go by, and that'll be good -- I feel like being strong and tired for it.
One supposes I should just find a way to join a gym and make myself go. But it's sort of like why I like sculpture and not painting. I don't know what painting is for. I understand stuff. Similarly. I like exercising, want to be strong, but don't understand going to the gym -- what's the point of that? I need it to be like a doing something thing.
Excuse me while I mumble like an incoherent Valley girl.
