Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Last evening, I had make-up call for Living Masterpieces. Afterwords I helped a bit with basic whatever needed to get done around the auditorium. So, yeah, what little I did last night, set the right foot on anger mode this morning, and now the left foot has joined in the cacophony. Good flippin' grief. I didn't do any thing last night, and this is the gratitude I get?! Ungh. If'n that rheumatologist doesn't get any thing going, how the heck am I supposed to be excited about even being on stage any more?! What's the point with any thing if all my body wants to do is recline with my legs amply propped after work? What. Is. The. Point.