it's a monday night. feels a lot later than 10:51. that's partly cuz i'm a tad under the weather (though fighting it off, maybe, somewhat well) (knock on somethin' and cross fingers for a CPAP-all-night night). thing is, i'm not becoming a morning person. i'm just becoming a not-night person.
i'm stuck with the part of me that picks up little indications of distance and disapproval. but i'm not stuck with what i do with them. or don't do.
over and over again lately, the accidental axiom of tracy b comes up: here's the thing. you've got to let people get mad without caring. that's the thing. substitute "judgey" in there for mad for axiom annex, corollary, w/e it would be.
my throat hurts but i'm glad i went to rehearsal. the music seemed easier tonight. it's fun to follow along. it's fun to count, and to have the harmony.
production meeting in the morning.