My show opens tomorrow night.
I am choosing to interpret the fact that at breakfast this morning I both vomited and fainted as indicative of my nervousness about the show’s reception rather than of my unconscious feelings about what we have written.
My show opens tomorrow night.
I am choosing to interpret the fact that at breakfast this morning I both vomited and fainted as indicative of my nervousness about the show’s reception rather than of my unconscious feelings about what we have written.
That only means it’ll be simply fabulous darling.
oh cut the crap u big sissy boi. you are just being a nancy drama queen and you love it. don’t deny it. you know it’s how you love it. get ES to bang ur ass a few times and you’ll be fine.
Or maybe you’re pregnant.
You do realize this means you can skip the broken leg, don’t you?
It’ll be fabulous! Relax and enjoy yourself. I just wish I could be there to see it.
Hope it went well.
Hope it went well.
Break a leg…or at least get it trapped in stage machinery http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/Movies/05/31/theater.lordoftherings.ap/index.html
I’ve got tickets for the 16th and I can’t wait!
I’m picturing you in complete Camille drag…”You don’t want me…cough…cough…I’m nervous …and sickly…cough, cough.”
You wrote beautiful, moving music.
Maybe a little sex will help you relax. Of a trip to the doctor. Or both.
OR, you have epilepsy. Seizures are the new eating disorder
Which happened first? Because if it was the fainting, then I ascribe it to the desire to get some serious mouth-to-mouth from a random-but-hunky passer-by. And if it was the vomiting, I suspect it had more to do with the fact that you’d unwittingly consumed more calories than you needed to, than any real nervousness.
I hope it goes really well. I really do.
You’re fooling no one. We know that’s simply part of your weight loss regimen.
That said, I hope it went fabulously.
Please post and let us know how it went. God, if only I were still in Seattle.
Hope that regardless of the praise you received, that you yourself were happy with the results.
And stop being such a fucking drama queen.
I could be wrong, but I suspect that if a straw poll were held, the results would lean heavily toward: “Don’t you DARE stop being such a fucking drama queen.” But maybe that’s just me.
I’m all shades of green, with ENVY!