It’s very tenuous, you know. It could ALL go up in smoke at the drop of a hat. And it’s VERY, VERY easy to drop hats. Lots and lots of hats. I am a fickle creature who is psyched out easily and practically CRAVES distraction. It’s much like a disease.
I’m helping a friend out with the performance of another musical. The facts of it are all a little wonky and make me uncomfortable. It’s over on Sunday. I’m hoping that I will not be distracted from my work. This really has the potential to cause a LOT of problems for me. My friend says that he really wants to help me with my project on this, but I don’t think that he understands that he could probably help more by … well, I don’t know … I don’t know what would help with this situation other than for it just not to exist.
So now we’re in the next paragraph. I have to go mail something unpleasant, or not. It occurs to me that I might need to protect my intellectual property somehow before I mail out these notes. I’m a little freaked out about doing this. As usual, I’m freaked out about standing up for myself, feeling all weasely and shifty. This is one of those things that I would talk about with a professional friend. And I don’t have one of those I can get good-and-neuro with yet.