I wake up after an insufficient amount of sleep.
I babysit my nephew for 11 hours.
I research grad school.
I update my blogs.
I drink tea.
I forget to tune my ukulele.
I frantically think about which of my seven songs I’m going to play for the sixth time.
I try to remember the words to whichever song I decide upon.
I try to find my most acceptable, slightly nice, but still not trying too hard, outfit.
I practice playing for twenty minutes.
I proceed to freak out.
At this point I decide that I am sufficiently ill-prepared to go to open mic night, and make my way to the coffee shop that holds it.
It’s a wonder that they still let me come back after doing this five months….they’re probably not allowed to discriminate against people who forget to practice or shake uncontrollably while playing. Yay.