cassidyrose: (light blur self)
On another note, in case anyone was wondering, cancer sucks tacks through a bendy straw. For the third time in almost as many years I am watching someone struggle through the hell of it.

cassidyrose: (busy bee on sunflower)
...I need a break.

So. Fucking. Busy.

And underslept.

Two more weeks. Just two more weeks then I can get some rest.

[ profile] ptor was a saint and got groceries and made dinner while I was at rehearsal even though he is sick. He made good soup. Yum. Helped with the stress a bit.

But, damn, I am overwhelmed and over-busy.

foul mood

Sep. 28th, 2005 10:53 pm
cassidyrose: (Harlie claw)
Mostly cranky and shitty day, followed up by some extra-shittiness this evening.


But, in good stuff, I have to tell you, [ profile] kineticphoenix is awesome as always and a joy to work/dance with.

My foot is getting better but still cranky, as is my lower back.

And I am looking at three nights in a row in the city for a show. Plus two mornings of rehearsal. Good stuff but too much stress and activity. Perhaps I can take some meditative downtime before we perform on Friday and Saturday.

October 17th is looking better and better every minute.

Now, I need to cut some music for the show this weekend.

I still need dinner and some rest and some quiet time.
cassidyrose: (light blur self)
My sister and her fiance are being uprooted again, this time with his parents. They live in Lafayette, LA with his parents (since they no longer have a home in New Orleans) and Rita will most likely be trashing the place any day now, so off to Baton Rouge they go to stay with more family.

Fuck. What a nightmaree.
cassidyrose: (Harlie claw)
There are days when "I HAVE HAD IT" does little to sum up how I feel about certain situations.

The capacity some have for flakiness just boggles my mind.

Cannot go into details here, but suffice it to say I am PISSED and cranky and frustrated and un--fucking-amused.

I am going to go eat lunch and escape into my novel for a while.
cassidyrose: (gd roses)
Ten years ago today Jerry Garcia died while in rehab.


    "Summer flies and August dies
    the world grows dark and mean"--"Days Between", Hunter/Garcia

    "Going where the climate suits my clothes
    Don't wanna be treated this a way
    Going where the water tastes like wine
    Don't wanna be treated this a way"--"Going Down the Road Feeling Bad", Traditional

    "River gonna take me
    Sing me sweet and sleepy
    Sing me sweet and sleepy
    all the way back back home
    It's a far gone lullaby
    sung many years ago
    Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come
    since I first left home

    Goin home, goin home
    by the waterside I will rest my bones
    Listen to the river sing sweet songs
    to rock my soul"--"Brokedown Palace", Hunter/Garcia

What many know is that we lost a leader of The Grateful Dead, a band with music that meant so much to many of us. What many don't know is that we also lost an amazing bluegrass musician.
cassidyrose: (Harlie claw)
Burrito filling spilled all over the front of my light colored shirt at lunch.

Sums up my day quite nicely, if you ask me.

Off to yoga where hopefully I will have the start of the better evening.

too busy

Aug. 7th, 2005 11:29 pm
cassidyrose: (busy bee on sunflower)
How is the weekend already over?!

I managed to squeeze in two rehearsals, a photo shoot, more web updates, a birthday party for a co-worker/friend, time hanging out with [ profile] ptor, grocery shopping, laundry, dishes, bill paying, and a walk.

But I only got about half of what I wanted and needed to do done.


I have four performances in the next two weeks and starting next week through the middle of October my rehearsal time goes from 7.5 hours a week, to 9.5 hours a week, and my rehearsal commute time gets another hour and a half added to it each week (it currently stands at about 4.5 hours a week).

I like doing all this, but right now it is a bit much. Especially on top of working 40 hours a week and commuting roughly five-seven hours a week for work.

I need to figure out a way to make it through October and retain my sanity.

At least I seem to finally be recovered from the migraine.
cassidyrose: (Bammie sunflower)
A year ago today, within the past hour, I watched as my grandmother took her last breath.


I miss her.

It is not often that I long for something to numb pain, but today is one of those days. A co-worker's mother is dying and reliving what I went through last year in watching someone else is not fun.

Just another in a long line of reasons of why I hate August.


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