oh, argh.

You know what I really hate? When I'm walking home in the dark & words are flowing perfectly through my head--I'm not composing anything, they're composing themselves, & they're amazing--& then when I get home & try to put them on paper they're just not the same words I spoke to myself. I hate that.


You know what I love? Rehersals. God, this is hard stuff. Hard & beautiful & challenging & heady stuff.