nixon

First off, this was one of those morning where I woke up in a state of total confusion that hasn't quite abated yet. My dreams were really vivid and appeared to be either extensions of last night's revelry (OK, so I didn't run over a byciclist? That rocks.) or twisted tour dreams, which allways mean I wake up with no idea of where I am or what the hell is happening.

Secondly, I've just been way too far inside my head all fucking day. I've been screwing up choreography left and right, and we've got this gig for the fickin' mayor on Sunday that really, really needs to go right if we're trying to be a viable part of the Portland arts community instead of just a bunch of chicks who take off their clothes. There's only us and one modern dance soloist representing dance at this huge event, and they came to us to perform. So we need to not suck. Especially me, as I just cant NOT get hit in the face in this one ripple of spins where I'm right between two girls with waist-length hair and if I'm slow, one hairwhips me, and if I'm fast, the other one does.

This weekend is not going to be very relaxing, I don't think.