it's the little things...

i might as well get used to it; i'm going to be behind on rent for all of eternity.

been dreaming an awful lot these days. i don't know why some people don't like dreaming. i love the narratives my mind spins. so complex and unpredictable.

a ladybug landed in the palm of my hand when i was walking to rehearsal yesterday. it stayed with me all the way down north street to where i turn onto gottingen. i shifted everything i was carrying to my other arm and walked precariously, as though i was holding a faberge egg.

my show opens a week from today.

the balance of all that is to come is so delicate. i cross my fingers and drink my coffee and try not to complain too much.