"There is nothing so fatiguing as the eternal hanging on of an uncompleted task."

Well, it's over. I can finally stop worrying about the reading (which, of course, wasn't nearly as big a deal as my worry made it out to be).

It actually went pretty well, I think. I read too quickly and I was beyond nervous, but there was a pretty big crowd (they had to bring out more chairs, even!) and the things I read seemed to be fairly well received. Sandra and Christie came, which I think is great of them... I know I said I didn't want anyone there, but once the time was finally upon me, I realized that I really did want people there... and now I wish I hadn't been so stupid about it and invited more of my friends.

I learned three things:

1) In times of great nervousness, long nails will never last. I now have ten stubby, bitten-to-the-bone fingernails to show of my experience.

2) I really dislike poetry readings.

3) I don't feel like myself when I'm at a formal function. When I'm out of my fashion element (jeans and sweatshirts, mostly), I feel fake. It feels like everyone knows how uncomfortable I am. I would have done a lot better yesterday if I could have worn what I wanted instead of having to be a girl and look nice. Bah.

In conclusion, I woke up this morning with the song "Muskrat Love" by Captain and Tennille in my head.

WTF?