Overflowing toilets.
A kitchen to clean.
Sopping wet towels
(Not the good kind of water).
Bugs. No, larva.
Some kind of miniscule Jaba the
Huts underneath the carpet where we rehearse.
An allergy attack that had me
sneezing for over half of the day.
A couch lift (to get at the bugs) that left
Tina’s back feeling quite not alright.
A washing machine that likes to tell you
how hard its’ working by bucking like a bronco.
This is not
a complaint rant, I’m just trying to paint a picture. Sometimes rehearsal seems
hard and it is. But sometimes rehearsal looks more like a refuge than other
times.
-CJ
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