Just got home from a lovely planned and run three-hour callback, wherein I battled a massive growing headache for roughly 2.5 hours.
…Alright, maybe only 2.
…I dunno. It was after the dancing. I know that much.
Many a good friend and dear former cast-mate surrounded me in that room, and I did so want to give them my best, (along with the auditors, of course.)
…Alas, it was not to be.
I did try.
I did find moments.
I did enjoy sitting by a buddy-friend I haven’t seen in ages, and playing on a stage with him again.
…What I didn’t like is how nauseated I was becoming…and how I had to keep reminding myself not to wink while reading the sides, just to keep some of the excess light out.
…And speaking of, this glowing screen is KILLING me.
I’m gonna eat these crackers now, shut out every light source and try to let those 4 Excedrin Migraine pills, (a lifeboat from a friend in a shipwreck of need) do their work.
…And wait for my fate to come in via email.
…By “sometime tomorrow.”
…Maybe I’ll feel better if I puke.
(she posts and waits her fates.)
~D
