tech week.
it is, and always will be, a very interesting time.
it's almost indescribable, almost. but waiting here in the calm before the storm of all storms seems somewhat contradictory, when the calm is a madness all in itself.
tripping. and lighting. and placing. and singing. and moving. and working. and waiting. and whining. and wanting. and faking. and hurting. and napping. and bitching. and laughing. and thinking.
and not thinking.
and trying not to think about it.
it's an electricity I can't live without and a hurricane I can't handle, too much and not enough all rolled into one. it steals my sleep and hurts my head and melts my mind, but I won't settle for anything less, and I can't survive with anything more.
21 days of musical mess, and 341 days of waiting for it to happen all over again.
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