I got in a car accident.

And I really don't want to talk about it. So please don't ask. But please, kids, don't text and drive.

I am in a play this summer. Kent's Icon Theatre (www.icontheatre.org) is doing Rogers and Hammerstein's "Oklahoma!" and I am a superdy-duperdy-awesome chorus member. I guess my name is Suzie, and I'm supposed to make myself a back story... more on that to come, I suppose. I'm having a great time, and I'm really glad to be a part of it. It's great to be singing again, let me tell you. But acting and dancing? Wow. Talk about two things with which I am not at all familiar. The acting is okay, since I'm pretty much in the background and just have to do some "shocked!" facials and blah blah blah like that. But dancing? Ha! I am honestly surprised I even got into the show because my dance audition was so horrible. But I'm working hard. Well, I'm working at least... "hard" is a relative term. Our poor choreographer, she must go home every night thinking absolutely wonderful thoughts about me (not). It's difficult. I'm not the most physically coordinated person, and when I have to perform something physically, it takes me a long time to learn it. And it seems that all the other girls have at least a little experience in dance (though some were probably born going from first position, to second, then back). I just feel so clumsy, but I don't want that to be an excuse... I really want to overcome that and do as best as I possibly can. It's making me have to focus really hard and pay attention, which, by the way, are two other things I am not fabulous at. I am easily discouraged, so I am constantly trying to pep myself up, even if it means telling myself I'm doing a great job but don't believe it.

Not much else going on. Oh yeah, new job. Well, I gotta get to rehearsal now, so I'll write more about that later.