Today's Muse: The fairy of frivolity - there she goes again, kicking up her skirts.

So, it's just after midnight and I still need to finish the damn essay for Tuesday, plus I still haven't memorized the monologue. I just can't seem to bring myself to read it the way it's supposed to be read. It's frivolous and cotton-headed and vacuous, and oh, I want to slice it thinly and dump it into boiling oil.

It's fustrating, seeing as I know I'm perfectly capable of doing the piece - I just don't want to. I want to ace the interview. I want very much to put up good show, if simply to satisfy my self-imposed standerds. I hate watching playbacks of my performances; so many mistakes I didn't see then, so many ways I could have done that or this better, shoddy, shoddy, shoddy. Akin to scrubbing my skin off with bleach and a scourer. With Simple Plan playing in the background.

I want to ace the audition, but I don't want to do the piece. I don't know how this works, either.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Missy, you buckle down and do the speech. If it's meant to be read by an empty-headed, moronic twit in crinolines and lead, you jolly well read it like that.

Complaining here, instead of doing the rest of your 'in' pile. Go off and be weepy about comic books instead of tottering about on the inter-web.