Not so good to me. You know how sometimes your art flows through you? I need that right now. I can't think up the right words. I can't seem to stop being scared of later. I have to write my text, perform it in front of my teacher, then do re-writes and learn it again. And I clearly can't learn a text, as demonstrated last Friday.
Okay, so I'm going to go and find a corner and talk it out, hope for divine intervention and then print it out again.
Lunchtime some friends are doing 'pimp my number' where you can go do your number and everyone gives their 2 cents. That'll be my last resort.
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