five hours

a performance day has a very specific feel to it. it's a feel that, in my experience, feels the same no matter what the specific discipline. there's a strange buzz of excitement, and the phone rings off the hook with people asking for time and directions or apologizing for needing to cancel, and there's a feeling of total serenity knowing that you're totally prepared and you're going to rock the hard way, and there's the small voice of fear shaking in the back of your skull that's certain that you're going to do something stupid and disgrace yourself for all eternity, and of course there's the music in your head (or the lines or the picture or what-have-you) that you're running over mentally all day, and your inability to anything that's even vaguely related to your work...

i, needless to say, am having one of those days. i love it. it's a show day, and i haven't had one of these in years. and while i can't say it's better than sex, it's close, and it's the only one i'm getting right now.

word of the day: reprobates.