I’m tired. I don’t want to go practice.
Work sucked, and now I just want to go home and sit down and rest for awhile.
My feet hurt. So does my back. Singing will make my back hurt more.
I don’t think I have enough quarters to park off campus.
I don’t think I should park in the lot at the music building. I’m not supposed to park there till after six, or I could get a ticket.
I don’t think I have the right binder with me. I have the book, but I think my markings are in my binder. If I go home for my binder, I probably won’t go back out. I should just go home.
Did I do laundry last night? I really need to do laundry. If I don’t start it now, it won’t be dry by the time I go to bed. I should just go home.
My throat feels tight. I think I slept with my mouth open a little last night, and work always makes my sinuses go nuts. I probably shouldn’t try to sing. I’m trying to unlearn habits, and that’s hard when I’m not 100%.
There will probably be a million students there, and I won’t be able to get a room.
Did I pay the electric bill? I really need to pay the bills this afternoon. I should just go on home and do that.
The weather’s been so wacky lately, my whole head is so messed up. I’ll probably just sound like crap today and get frustrated and tired really fast. I probably won’t get anything done.
I’m hungry. I should go get something to eat. But I can’t eat and then sing right after.
Someone is going to stop me and tell me I can’t be here, since I’m not a student. I’m sure that guy I passed in the stairs is on to me. The campus cop will probably be here any second to escort me out.
I have no idea what arias I should be working on anyway. I don’t like my arias. I should go home and listen to some stuff and order scores and pick out new rep. Then I can sit on the couch and relax.
The damned lights are all red anyway.
I can’t get in without a card key.
This was a waste of time.
I can’t possibly ask someone in another room to let me in. They’re probably not supposed to. They’ll look at me like I’m crazy when I ask and it’ll be awkward for both of us.
I suck at singing anyway. If I was going to make it, I would have by now. I’m too old and have too many faults. I should just go home and start looking for other things to do with my life.
I picked the smallest practice room ever. I’ll sound like crap in here, and it’ll be hard to sing in. I can’t go ask that girl for another room.
Sometimes it’s not worth trying to shut up the little voices in your head. It’s easier to just ignore them and forge ahead.