mood: anxious
music: like you need to ask
CPCetc: gah... fuck me.
music: like you need to ask
CPCetc: gah... fuck me.
So I got home right after rehearsal. About a half an hour ago. And I was tired and kind of punch-drunk and wasn't really prepared for familial life. And Da started bitching about me having paint on my trousers and shite like that and demanding if they're new (which they totally aren't) and I said something that I would never have read as uncivil in such a state. And he kind of spazzed and called me a bitch in the most passive-aggressive Palm-family way possible and went to bed. So I freaked. It's what I do.
And now Mum's threatening to pull me out of the show if I don't calm down. Because she thinks I'm going befok. Which is bullshit because I'm much calmer than I was last semester. And life is a whole lot more stable and I really think she should go suck it. Not that I'm going to tell her that. And, honestly, if she pulls me from a show during tech week, I will never speak civilly to her again. And she damn well knows it. Never. Fuck her.
So, basically, if you run into me this week, make sure I'm relatively calm. Or start talking about kittens or something. Because the story seems to be that if I show even the barest hint of fatigue-related snippiness, my mum's going to pull me from the show. Yeah. What the fuck. She's crazy.
Oy. The way to calm a child during tech week is not to make them more upset. I thought that that was obvious.
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