I hate early morning insomnia. I’m going to be zombielike tonight when I need to have my brain on high-speed and not cranked down to clunk. Damn. But at least the dress rehearsal went smoothly last night, or as smoothly as can be expected. I screwed up the choreography on the troupe number, but that’s okay ’cause the beauty of dancing with a troupe is that there’s a bunch of other dancers that the audience might be looking at which ain’t me when I flub, and I can glance over at them to find my place. Snarf. I was just getting my choreography mishaps out of the way in rehearsal, yeah, uh huh. We ran through it twice and the second time was much better. But on a happy-joy-joy, the solo went well.
I get to shake and shimmy in front of a couple hundred people tonight. Yay! Exhibitionist? Moi?
And Matthew’s Fantasm ’02 review is up! Wish we had more pictures, though.
Aghftpth. I hate that burny-eye-I’m-so-tired-but-just-can’t-sleep feeling. Stupid circadian rhythms.