i think i am going to throw up.
nerves. nothing to do with bulimia.
oh, i checked into my hotel a little while ago.... erm... you remember that room that tom hanks' character initially stayed in in BIG? you know, the hovel? yeah, that was nice.
whatever. it's okay. not gonna die there.
so i have to leave here at 5pm and head to hotel get changed, memorize set (it's probably in my head, i just am scattered right now. i really have to make sure it's under 7 min. it's just been terribly noisy all day - first on the train and, well, i really haven't tried to memorize stuff here at work.)
a bunch of people from the office are coming to see me, so tomorrow will either be great or no one will be looking directly into my eyes.
on that note, so far, thank y'all who've wished me luck...
once i get off the stage i'll be fine :}
and if anyone is coming to the show (7pm. improv. 53rd & 8th ave) feel free to leave a review...
