This guy had twelve hours of rehearsal. And it was wicked cold. And he feels as though he's coming down with something, which is perfect timing for his little twelve-hour rehearsal and presentation tomorrow.
Damn. You've had some bad luck that way in the last year, haven't you. If it starts to feel like strep again, do you promise to go to the doctor sooner rather than later? You're probably reading this well after the fact, so I hope the presentation went well, and the Torture Project is now caught in a bidding war between NYTW and the Public. I also hope you took tomorrow off from work, and intend to spend it snuggled under the blankets. But you never do that, do you. Dork.
I feel your pain--this weekend, I had a show Friday, rehearsal Saturday afternoon, a show Saturday night, a show Sunday afternoon, and rehearsal Saturday night. What are we doing, Jeffy?
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Damn. You've had some bad luck that way in the last year, haven't you. If it starts to feel like strep again, do you promise to go to the doctor sooner rather than later? You're probably reading this well after the fact, so I hope the presentation went well, and the Torture Project is now caught in a bidding war between NYTW and the Public.
I also hope you took tomorrow off from work, and intend to spend it snuggled under the blankets. But you never do that, do you. Dork.
I am freaking sick of being sick, my friend.
Kick some ass tonight! Lemme know how it goes.
I feel your pain--this weekend, I had a show Friday, rehearsal Saturday afternoon, a show Saturday night, a show Sunday afternoon, and rehearsal Saturday night. What are we doing, Jeffy?
Feel better, or I'll kick you in the jewels.
Living the dream, Nat. Living the dream...
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