Sudden massive thunderstorm, with Golf-ball-sized hail….which lasted for something like 10 minutes straight.
No window breakage (surprised, to be honest, given the fact that it was falling at an angle), but the flowers that
Not A Kid Anymore….
Yesterday was the Fight Workshop for KCRF. It was originally supposed to be both Saturday and Sunday, but only a dozen people showed up (out of something like 30 sign-ups), and so Cliff crammed it all into one day, from 10 a.m. to 6:30 p.m.
Today, I am sore.
Yesterday, however, was much worse. By the end of the day’s proceedings, I was hobbling again. Despite having lost weight, despite working out, I came to the unpleasant realization that my ankles have, if anything, gotten worse. There’s no way that I can do a full day of the Festival with the amount of running around that being on cast (much less in scenario) would require of me.
So, I’ve cancelled my audition.
I will still try out for Chess Match when it comes around. The physical demands are there, to be sure, but they’re far fewer than those required by scenario.
So yeah…..to say that I’m pretty fucking depressed would be an understatement.
I’m physically unable to do something that I love doing…..AND the perfect set-up, given my limitations, is having a Stage show…which of course I’ve now been denied.
Well, FUCK.