InsaneJournal

Journal - Sleep
I am looking forward to my blessedly comfortable, empty bed. I need sleep.

[Warded private]

Combining a day of training with an evening of rehearsals for the end-of-summer show is getting less and less fun. I mean I can do it, but my body lets me know about it. And if I have to smile sweetly at one of those kids for half an hour while she criticises my age and race for another evening I will snap and kill the little idiot.

I mean really. I know it's learned, but they need to unlearn. NOW. Before I hex them and have to deal with the Ministry.

I can do the moves. No I never went on pointe. Some of us had to change our dreams. At least it's only once a week at the moment.

[End ward]

After wine. I need wine.