As Promised

Well I said I'd do it every damn day so here I am, sitting in front of the lappy, still half buzzed from the end of Shakespeare Intensive Party, writing a blog post.

Oh I had had such high hopes for the second installment of my recently reinstated blog but those hopes have gone out the window. Instead of waxing poetic all I can muster is a giddy, half-looped :Woooohoooooooooo!!!! YAYYYYYYY!! I never could have guessed that a one week intensive could be so... well, INTENSE!

Ah. Summer at last. And 4 credits closer to the Master's Degree.

The morning was rough. I was almost paralyzed with the anxiety of having to perform my monologue today. Crazy, I know. Irrational? Certainly. Silly? Admittedly. But there it is. After years of formal training I still get stage fright-- I think it was tied in to the high esteem in which I hold my peers in the class. I got myself all worked up because I wanted to prove worthy.

I think I did.

The relief has made me giddy. The pair of margaritas made me delighted!

And I may or may not have taken another unauthorized tour of that house I want to but... sigh.