December 14th: song lessons and exhaustion
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
December 14th: song lessons and exhaustion
Day 88
Erin knocked but I was awake anyway. Slept in intermittent bursts, terrified of oversleeping, but still managed to get enough rest.
This week I'm teaching "!2 days of Christmas" to Junior 2 and "Rudolph the red-nosed Reindeer" to Junior 1. I thought the "fifth, sixth, twelfth" might be too much for the younger kids.
I had just enough voice to croon with and my two piggybacked bad classes actually got into the song. (The one bad kid was gone in the third class, though, which may have explained the smoothness of the lesson.)
After dinner, I felt spent, knew I couldn't possibly go out a third night in a row with late hours. Plus I couldn't bear it if Alen postponed that damned KTV party yet again. Alen called Erin, told her the party was not at the hotel but at the club, not at midnight but at 9pm. I laid down for an hour but I still couldn't bring myself to go out. I had to save my voice and health.
I told Erin she could tell them I felt sick so that she was not always pinned with the blame of being a bedflower. I laid down some more, not quite sleeping but having that detached feeling, like not feeling stuck in your body, but floating inside it. Limbs feel heavy, facial muscles slack, utter tranquility.
Erin knocked on my door at 10:30, asking if I was hungry. I shrugged, went with her to the hotel, ate a ham and cheese sandwich and a carrot juice. Her PMS was kicking in and she punished her veggie pizza, using hands instead of usual utensils.
We pedaled back and retired, hoping Alen wouldn't call. He didn't.
Day 88
Erin knocked but I was awake anyway. Slept in intermittent bursts, terrified of oversleeping, but still managed to get enough rest.
This week I'm teaching "!2 days of Christmas" to Junior 2 and "Rudolph the red-nosed Reindeer" to Junior 1. I thought the "fifth, sixth, twelfth" might be too much for the younger kids.
I had just enough voice to croon with and my two piggybacked bad classes actually got into the song. (The one bad kid was gone in the third class, though, which may have explained the smoothness of the lesson.)
After dinner, I felt spent, knew I couldn't possibly go out a third night in a row with late hours. Plus I couldn't bear it if Alen postponed that damned KTV party yet again. Alen called Erin, told her the party was not at the hotel but at the club, not at midnight but at 9pm. I laid down for an hour but I still couldn't bring myself to go out. I had to save my voice and health.
I told Erin she could tell them I felt sick so that she was not always pinned with the blame of being a bedflower. I laid down some more, not quite sleeping but having that detached feeling, like not feeling stuck in your body, but floating inside it. Limbs feel heavy, facial muscles slack, utter tranquility.
Erin knocked on my door at 10:30, asking if I was hungry. I shrugged, went with her to the hotel, ate a ham and cheese sandwich and a carrot juice. Her PMS was kicking in and she punished her veggie pizza, using hands instead of usual utensils.
We pedaled back and retired, hoping Alen wouldn't call. He didn't.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 12/15/2004 08:03:00 AM ]
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