Well, the cold has laid off, or rather laid in, lower.
I've developed my Third Stage Honk, during which I sit by the computer in the kitchen not noticing what I sound like until M-C comes down and says "Jesus, you okay? You sound awful." Or Shelley calls, and when I go to say hello the air catches on my vocal chords but I don't want to honk hello in her ear and so I swallow it instead, which sounds not like hello at all but like air leaving a bellows; or, like Shelley's grandma.
But I feel fine. It's just with the honking every time I breathe in. Exactly what I was hoping to avoid by taking a day off.
Because what is not sexy? Giving out a big honk in the middle of your porn reading.
It's probably a good thing I'm so het up over this performance on Friday. I'm het up for a bunch of reasons.
One, I usually read my work, rather than memorizing and performing it. Been a long time since I've had to go off-book, as it were. Two, I'm not used to taking my clothes off in front of a large group of people. Three, I'm not used to performing with other people, and although I'm pretty solid when Shelley's not performing with me, the first time or two together I'm off my game.
What's the worst that can happen? Well. The worst is that I start into a coughing fit part way through and have to leave the stage because of it. And that's pretty bad.
Anyone have any suggestions about staving off a coughing fit? My ex used to use Slippery Elm if he was feeling throaty and had to go on stage.
I'm willing to listen to any and all pet remedies.
It's probably a good thing that I'm so het up over the performance on Friday because if I weren't, my head would be totally lost in the clouds thinking about my trip to California and I'd be walking into things and falling under cars.
One. Week. Today.
While I can't believe the time has passed so quickly, CT and I have both had it already with the anticipation.
Before a month ago, we weren't going to see each other again, well, maybe in the far off distant probably-never future; that was the plan. So the first few weeks after I booked were a high of "oh my god, i'm going to see you again. for real! that's so weird. i'm so excited."
Now, though I'm still excited, and how, I'm used to the idea of going, and I would really really like to stop remembering what it's like to kiss him and actually plant my lips right smack on him.
I've managed not to start packing, but it's taken all my worrying about the performance to do so. Starting Saturday, all bets are off.