Friday, April 04, 2003 What a week what a week what a week... Forget skydiving. You want a rush? Try pitching an original series idea to a classroom half-full of strangers and two rather well-known industry guys. It was kind of a bogus class assignment, in the long run -- but I'm relieved I did it, and it went fairly well, despite how nervous I was. Mom was surprised, recently, when I told her of my new-found fear of public speaking -- she pointed to copious evidence from my childhood that suggests that I love being the center of attention, love performing. I'll admit that halfway through, about one moment after I got my first laugh, it felt great and I was good to go. Didn't make up for the solid twelve hours of panicking I did beforehand, but that's a minor detail. It's something that came with college, with this new person I started becoming. This new person is fun to hang out with, hygenically superb, a good writer, and a decent pitcher. She just hates taking risks with all of that. She hates standing on the ledge. But when she does -- what a rush. No more third person in this entry. Promise. That's because this entry is really really short. I'll write more later. But right now, I gotta get ready for work and any other adventures that follow. Still kinda sick. But the coughing and sore throat and so forth seem to go away mid-day. Which isn't much relief, but it is something. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.