Here's hop(p)ing

Fact: Pretending to be a rabbit for two-and-a-half weeks plays havoc with your joints. It looks like the soundtrack to my Christmas will be one of soft moaning and the crunching of knee cartilege.


 


Still, the show went damn well and (touch wood, cross fingers) it stands a pretty good chance of getting picked up for a run in the New Year. So it was worth all the stress and fatigue and irreparable damage to my knees.


Now, if you'll just excuse me while I crumple to the floor in exhaustion...
23.12.04 14:08