I woke up today at the ass-crack of dawn, as I once read someone write.
Well, it was 7am, but for a varsity student, that’s one heck of an ass-crack.
At 8am I had precipited myself down the road and had arrived at the music department, ready for my rehearsal.
And that’s when I got the call: “”Um, I overslept…um..I just woke up..now.”
AH I SEE.
Said person had to provide a lift to the other accompanist, therefore neither were coming.
And my teacher wasn’t even around. At ten past I stormed out, after trying in vain to get hold of her. I really have no patience for latecomers at 8 frigging foofah aforkingm.
I literally stomped back up the hill, and even managed to exclaim “Motherf&*%!” just as some lady was coming out of her garage.
Now I’m back in my room, sipping on kwofee, and am sending out a universal message that I do not take kindly to early morning rehearsals, so for goodness’s sake, do not bail on me!!!! IT’S NOT EVEN 9AM!!!!
Note to self: never become a farmer – waking up before 7am could potentially lead to death.