Dear Diary,

I woke up today at 5.30am feeling completely rotten about everything. I felt saddles of sandbags under my eyes and lugged a body that resembled a walking dead. Like, how the hell am I supposed to get funky and trampoline-bubbly by 7am for my stupid show?

As I made to leave the house, I heard the hard splatter of fat raindrops on the windows. Great, I love rainy days--after all, what's a little rain? I reached the void deck to hear the splatter morph into a horrendous storm.

I couldn't even be bothered about the rain. It was perfectly dreary; the streets were shrouded in the dismal downpour and it was as though everything was made to synchronize with my rotten, abysmal mood. Bah. All I could think of was the bloody (pseudo-)vacation--I swear the bloody word is accursed--and how supremely drab everybloodything looked and felt.

Gross. I was royally disgusted with myself.

Bah, bah, bah. It's just a bloody v*******. Big deal. Stupid, stupid girl--like you don't know who what where when how why it is bloody for.

Ah well. Smile damnit, grin! Bounce around a bit, I have a bloody show. Argh. Whatever. Anyway I waited from 6.20am to 6.50am and I couldn't get a cab. I'm supposed to be in Sengkang, Punggol, by 7am. Pray, pray, pray.

Yes, God is good. :) My dad was in the vicinity and he gave me a lift. I reached the school at 7.30am ON THE DOT running like a madwoman and reaching the hall JUST AS THE TEACHER ANNOUNCED for our show to start. Brilliant. That's after my dad sent my sulking brother to school. I was incessantly repeating Thank You Father! when the pun kinda struck me. Hah.

Kinda felt like a different person on the stage. Dashing into the hall and abruptly trying to muster as much grace and poise as I could midst the panting was tough but I think I pulled it off (Ha. Ha.); threw my bag down and took the stage. Woah. I'm good I'm good! (Ha. Ha.)

With all the dreary crap I was feeling, my partner noticed nothing and was even impressed with my deliver. (Ha. Ha.) Ah, well. Whatever.

And how softly you whispered, I don't want you to go there.
And what lovely words to hear, a Brand finding an Agnes.
But, oh, what premonition, Don't die on me.
Honeyed breezes and butterflies, warm and fuzzy;
Lovely, lovely, but, Oh, my God,
How very tough and dreary.

It's 5-bloodyO'clock and I've got Night Safari Induction at 6.30pm. Please pray for loads of strength and endorphins. Amen.

Love,
Me.