Mizz Erna

ewwww

eeewww, my voice sucks. its whiny, and strained. argh. why did i tell people about the show. argh. i was practicing today, and b suggested i tape myself - i can't even remember the reason now. gad awful, argh. last saturday, we had a full day rehearsal -10am to 4pm, okay i strolled in at 10:30, but only coz h said the band wouldn't be doing anything til then. so there. and so, we sang all the songs, including the ones with solos. and all the soloists screwed up at one point or another -either we cracked, i got a frog in my throat halfway thru one of my solos, or were simply out of tune. it was gad awful. but it was all of us, so it didn't seem so bad, ya know? coz we could like blame the dust from the construction of the stage, the dampness of the basement hall - i, myself, could blame it on going out to FC and then Nell's the night before. but today? no excuse. and i heard myself too! argh, i suck and all my friends and family will be full witness to it. argh. double argh. so damage control this week consists of the following: no chocolate after wednesday, no more than one cig after wednesday, and friday, saturday and sunday no smoking at all. oh, and lots of ginger tea. and sweet red wine maybe. i always ended up singing the solos after communion, so maybe that will help - the red wine. hehe. let's see. oh well. argh.