I changed the ring on my alarm clock to the Chicken Dance.
It works for two reasons: 1, I have to shut it off as fast as possible, or my boyfriend will get mad. 2, I’ve been starting the day with a laugh.
Currently, however, that’s the tune stuck in my head. Not so great after an hour.
It’s a nice break from the songs of “Seussical, Jr,” which have been on repeat in my head since June. I’m directing the musical at a day camp in Queens. There are 80 girls in the production, and there was a point where I thought we’d never get it done. The show would simply be lots of kids running around like monkeys while I scream and cry. Nothing anybody needs to see.
But everything works out if you try hard enough, and we’re starting run throughs next week.
It feels good to finish a project. Yesterday my friend Cole and I started filming a short we wrote and I can’t wait to see how it turns out.
I’ve also been performing a couple times a week with my improv teams, which is always a lot of fun.
My life is so, so silly. I wouldn’t have it any other way.