cheridan

Wednedsay night I dreamt I was Jesus. The Jesus.

Shut up.

I was Jesus, complete with beard and everything, (toga, hammer, robes, and err.. well..) and starring in my own musical.

The musical was naturally Jesus Christ Super Star. And, being Jesus, naturally I was the star.

I was, in EVERY sense of the word, Jesus Christ, Superstar.

The only thing, is that apparently, Jesus is a LOUSY ACTOR.

I kept missing my cues. And not by a little bit, by a LOT. Like you know, a whole 5 minutes.

At one point I sang the wrong song. Mary was very angry with me.

And the audience is watching me expectantly, and I’m getting stage fright. And when I sung, my voice would crack. I’d miss my cues, I’d stumble across the set.

I tells you apart from the whole loaves and fishes, and turning water into Merlot , being Jesus isn’t all it’s cracked up to be!

PS. Party at my house Saturday night. A fish meal with wine.