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In my roommate's room, a pair of pants hang over the back of the chair I'm sitting in and I can't stop thinking, "Are these pants mine...?"
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sunday
Twinges of pain skip through my head... Am I hungover? ...as I sit and wait to audition. I'm hoping a decaf Americano and a mini scone will get me through. Probably not the best choices. I'm tired. My eyes are blurry and feel puffy, and I feel like my outfit doesn't make sense...(but there's nothing unusual about that last one). I'm not really nervous. ? Okay, now that I wrote that....well, I guess it comes and goes.
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2 comments:
I hope it went well. I'm sure you did great.
well, thank you, anonymous person. :)
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