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.
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