arr rarr rarr!!!

mood: sad, now
music: franzi--you could have it so much better (irony!)
CPCetc: my tummy hurts...

Okay. I'm going to say this so that it's out of my system before someone else starts accusing me of being a shitty PSM.

I am not Tiffany Thetard! I never have been, I never will be, and I've never said I was. I have nothing but respect for her (and a bit of pity, most days). But I'm not her! No, I don't have all my cues figured out to a tee, but that's not entirely my fault; if the cues didn't stop changing, that might be working out a bit better. So, yes, I'll admit it. I'm a total shite when it comes to calling cues. I know that. You know that. But you know what? Stroud hasn't set on fire yet. And we're not getting yelled at as much as we usually do. I've kept TheTard at bay for the past month, which is a hell of a lot better than most times. So, I'm sorry if I'm not perfect. I'm sorry if I haven't got all of my shite together. But I'm not the fucking light designer that's leaving the board to an inexperienced freshman and expecting everything to be rosy.

Gah. Somedays, people really fuck with me. Especially when the day was going so ridiculously well. *cuddles sweater*