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psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2005-05-14 07:39 pm
psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2005-05-14 07:39 pm
"We're Gonna Run Crazy Like the Dogs in the Yard..."
Very, very ill. Have been unable to eat anything all day long. Dizzy. Headache, sore throat, stomachache, dizzy.
Adelblute came to rehearsal with a fever though, and Mike came despite a sprained ankle, sporting a pair of enormous crutches; so I felt it very necessary I stay the entire five and a forty-five minutes rehearsal. As predicted, we spent three hours on that scene we will never learn, and, indeed, we're still not off the second page.
And I'm ill. I can't concentrate on anything and I feel as though I were going to be sick. Excuse me, please.
Adelblute came to rehearsal with a fever though, and Mike came despite a sprained ankle, sporting a pair of enormous crutches; so I felt it very necessary I stay the entire five and a forty-five minutes rehearsal. As predicted, we spent three hours on that scene we will never learn, and, indeed, we're still not off the second page.
And I'm ill. I can't concentrate on anything and I feel as though I were going to be sick. Excuse me, please.
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*gives tea and tylenol, a warm blanket, and a soft teddy bear* Being at the computer can't be making things better...
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Feel better, darling.
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Get well soon, please.
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