Did you ever have one of those rehearsals that not only sucked, not only wonder if you could play, but made you wonder why you ever thought you could play?
Or did you ever edit a draft before printing or hitting send and feel the same way?
Welcome to my Sunday. But welcome to the Working Week.
I now wonder how I ever walked, talked, and breathed at the same time.
This grown-up shit sucks. . . .
And you can quote me.