Lost Our Place

Farinacci's
The Sweeney's at the cast party
Cleveland Playhouse ("Enchanted April")
The zoo at Christmastime
Brielle's in our chair
The Hanna Building
The River Ford in the park
Kids Quarters
The park in Echo Hills
Rosati's
Furnace Run
Octane

In all of the places my graces were lost
Where dignity spared sold at sanity's cost
Where fingerprints follow a trail of deceit
I'm standing alone in the prints of your feet

These, of course are the places where I should have found words. Three at least. I've got them, I've got them, I've got them I swear I do. Come and get them, please- they're yours, after all. I'm tired of keeping them for you.

Thursday Will Be Better

I already posted my frustrations in the lj tonight, so I won't do it here.

Frustration seems to be the word of the day.

Get through tomorrow. That's the ticket.

9:20-10:10- Freshman Class *cough*worthless*cough*
2:40-3:30- Group Communication and Leadership
6:15- Radio interview recording session.
7:15- "Mating Habits of Yellowjackets" audition and BuzzTV premiere party.

So Liz wants to interview me about my songwriting for her radio class and she wants me to play a song and talk about the lyrics. So that puts me in the radio station for a while. I'm going to miss a big chunk of the BuzzTV premiere party-- and dinner. Andrea M. Wade edited without me tonight. I'm mad.

I hope people show up for the audition, but I'm afraid it's not going to happen. The segment should be cool, but oh well. Andrea M. Wade is just annoying. Burn witches.

All my sighs lately sound like the word "Thursday". I'm bracing myself for a letdown. I usually do.