Every bone in my body aches.

Even my hair hurts.

This just goes to show that I am not meant for physical labor. I am one who should be waited on and catered to. I should have been a queen.

In that the reality of my life is about as far from that as could possibly be, I might as well stop whining.

I do wish I was one of those people who could afford a cleaning service and who could just sit back and let other people deal with the mess that I create.

I’m too cheap to even look into what something like that might cost. I’m just going to have to learn to not make such a mess of things and that way I won’t lose a vacation because I’m trying to clean.

The thing is, that just seems unnatural to me.

I’d rather do anything else.

I took a break from all the pushing and shoving and moving of furniture to go to rehearsal. I left the apartment with all the living room furniture shoved into strange piles, and half of the rug wet.

I think that I have gotten a bit over zealous with the soap.

I’m of the philosophy that if a little bit is good, a lot must be fabulous.

I do realize this is flawed logic.

I also think that this philosophy soaks the carpets to such an extent that it takes much longer for them to dry than it should. Fortunately the weather has been mild enough to open the windows for extended periods of time.

I shouldn’t have bothered with rehearsal. It was both exhausting and boring.

We were having PVI’s (private vocal instruction) so that meant that the director and other musical leaders were in classrooms working with individuals. The remaining chorus members had to spend the night practicing choreography.

This meant that I was out front teaching choreography. I was so tired that all I wanted to do was sit down, instead I had to keep going over the moves. Again and again and again….

My PVI was a waste of time. They had me sing "Happy Birthday" and asked me what I needed to work on. I already know that I need to work on breath support/control and singing vowel to vowel.

No surprises and no help.

I was wiped out by the time rehearsal was over. I was also starving. I hadn’t had dinner (I was too busy cleaning) so I was ready to chew off my arm.

There’s a group that goes out after every rehearsal, but I only go when I’m on vacation as I have to get up too early to stay out late. I was able to get a sandwich so I felt a bit better.

The director made one of the most moronic statements that I have ever heard come from her lips (and believe me, she’s made quite a few!). I told her how frustrated I was that she hadn’t sung the ballad all the way through, seeing that I still had to pass my tape. (I’ve passed the uptune, but still haven’t had a chance to tape the ballad)

She looked at me in astonishment and said "Oh, is that the black thing that was in front of your face? I thought it was a walkie-talkie!"

Huh?

What the hell would I be doing with a walkie-talkie? We always have tape recorders with us on the risers. This statement made absolutely no sense at all.

I think she has brain cells dying from this diet she has been obsessed with. She seems to have gone the other way, though. She ate hardly any carbohydrates for a year, and now that she’s lost the weight, I think she’s lost all common sense.

And is becoming awfully dependent on alcohol.

Her "snack" last night consisted of a Perfect Manhattan, a small hot fudge sundae and French fries.

Very strange choices.

She also had no recollection at all of conversations that we had at Christmas time. She didn’t remember seeing my new ring, and we’d made a big deal of it the first night that I wore it.

It worries me a bit.

It was after on when I got in. This is what I call a really late night!