Okay, I'm going to need three large pizzas, a bottle of ibuprofen, and a massage. Now.

I'm freaking out. In less than 24 hours I will be on stage. Performing and such-like. 

I made this realization soon after rehearsal today as I was minding my own business, thinking happy thoughts- 

And then it hit me...

And then I proceeded to roll around on the ground and cry. 

Excuse me, my dinner is ready and I have to go eat my feelings. 

Let's hope I break a leg tomorrow. Or an arm. Or any other limb that would improve our performance. 

Always,

Abby Noel