LINGER

a few things settled into tangible thoughts as i sat silent in the cab this evening, nursing my VERY sore throat.

firstly, of how speaking in front of a crowd comes so naturally to me now i have no qualms about hosting an event with the bare minimum of information.

i had a very bad throat, but managed to hold up the workshop segment of the pageant with jon still.

after the whole thing, the hosts (who did quite badly, IMHO) told me i was even better on stage than them.

i had to bring up a "no comparison" thing because i've been doing it for years and it's my job to talk.

in the cab, i was brought back to how i'm always being coerced to ad-lib my pieces to camera at work.

it's SO BLOODY hard to not script and just speak about the subject without running off tangent.

but i realized...if i haven't been teaching for a while, i would've done even worse at ad-libbing.

and if i hadn't been exposed to so many unpaid emceeing gigs before caliente even came along, i don't think i would've started teaching anyways.

so yes...everything's coming full circle.

second thing is...

i can't remember.

i just want to lie down and cry.

cuz i'm in so deep
you know i'm such a fool for you
you got me wrapped around your finger now
do you have to let it linger
do you have to, do you have to
do you have to let it linger