Well it's National Poetry Day and I've got nothing.
I can't rhyme a sausage.
Flossage, drossage... hostage?
See? I think this depressing lack of creativity might be another side-effect of my current mood.
Anyway, as lethargic and as unenergetic as I feel today, it is time for the super-stressful, super-nervy choir concert tonight. Are they ready? No. Am I ready? Not in the least. Could I have done with an extra week? Yes. Am I fool for not planning things well? Probably.
Oh well. We'll give it our best shot. I'm going to be exhausted though. Straight from work, no dinner (second night in a row) and out, to set up lights, sound, chairs and piano. All the while, I'll be feeling like I've been slightly concussed and as though my heart is in free-fall. Sort of dizzy and disappointed.
Lossage?
I wanted to write a poem about how it just might be that the Earth is the most beautiful place in the Universe... and we're all messing it up. Kind of everything I've ever known, wandering the earth alone, waterfalls to mountain tops, rivers deep and waving crops...
Shudder. What am I doing?
Ah it'll come back to me, the creativity. Probably in the early hours of tomorrow morning when I'm worrying about how I could have done the concert better.
I have got to slow down.
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