My Hands Are Shaking
Today I had the most wonderful interaction with two blondes, one dreadlocked and the other Opheliaed. In the middle of my lines at Waterfront, I spotted Elisha, the one who I keep running into that I met at that rave (party? ravette? complete gong show?) at the end of the summer. I stumbled in my lines and she nervously rocked back and forth on her feet. She, uncertain whether to interrupt me. I, undercertain to interject a greeting. Then, like a strand breaking, allowing two magnets to rush together, we hugged and quickly exchanged joy at each other's presence. Come to monday! Phone me, I need your address! Beth described it as a pure, 6 year old reaction, Oh, there's that person, I want to talk to them but I'm not sure I'm allowed. Oh, good, I can, yay. When I got back Genevieve said You cheating bastard, or something equally clever along those lines. Wonderous, that girl is grand.
I got my emo on tonight after the rehearsal, it was good, got alot of stuff off my chest. Ate pretty well into my writing time, or sleeping time, as the case may be, but I don't regret it. Beth is, as always, absolutely wonderful, even though I probably am the cause of a certain amount of loss of sleep with my innane babblings.
I wonder if I should sleep at all tonight...
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: the rushing and dripping of water
Currently Eating: More Wrapalicious goodness, with hot Apple Cider. yum
