Eight days and counting

Today's attempt at rehearsing the 9th consisted of nonstop medicinal teas interspersed with very short (and progressively shorter) bouts at singing separated by long recovery times; first bout, I got six minutes of my warmup routine, a short break, and the first three phrases of the 9th. Second: three minutes of routine, two phrases. Third: two exercises (probably, what, 90 seconds?) and two phrases. Fourth: no warmup, two phrases. That's all I had, so I went through the rest of the 9th voiceless this evening. (I was hoping for a fifth bout; I didn't get it.)

I am not losing this fucking gig, goddammit. I'm not.

Oh, and I did some other music stuff, mostly bodhran, and I wrote the first draft of the article that's due on Wednesday the 15th. Yay, writing.