Confessions of a desperate actor with a bad case of island fever.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Running out of Band-aids

I keep bumping into things!!! I keep cutting myself on sharp objects, stubbing my toes, tripping over rocks, and closing my fingers in doors. I even came close to falling off the treadmill tonight!! Who does that???! God forbid I should step foot into a dance class!

Where, oh where, has my spacial awareness gone??

Does this mean I'm pregnant?


Blogger warriorprincesse said...

I bet you'd find your special awareness again in a dance class! That's where you really need it. The stage is where you'll always be safe and the rest of the world is for cuts and bruises.

11:57 AM  
Blogger skinny-rabbit said...

Watch out for Gaston's pitchfork.

6:01 PM  

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