My name is Jenn, and… I’m an addict. It’s pretty serious. Not quite sure what to do.
I mean… the fact that it’s going to be another several days before the group gets together to rehearse again is making me positively weak with frustration!
What’s wrong with me? Surely I have a life, and can fill my time with normal day to day stuff (you know, that mountain of work sitting RIGHT THERE, threatening to topple off of my desk?) – not to mention my beautiful daughters – and my husband (now that he’s stopped being a complete jerk that is). So what the blue blazes am I doing sitting here pining for rehearsal night?? Yes, blue blazes. I said it. What of it?
(back away from the nutjob!)
Yeah, I’m hooked. As much on the group itself (I will sing for a good hug, apparently) as the gorgeous music we’ve just undertaken. I sat here going over music all morning, making notes and annoying our Bass (Knarf, of recent haiku fame) with email about what to change and add to our digital rehearsal music, of which he is king and keeper…
It’s all very sad, and pathetic, but I think I’m doing a good job of handling it… don’t you? *twitch*
p.s. ShaMoo is home with two sick boys today – send her some good vibes, will you? And cross your fingers SHE doesn’t get sick!!
p.p.s John-Boy… nice to see you. About time you showed up!