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Apr. 11th, 2002 01:20 amThis play fucks with my head. At the end of a performance I'm exultant, depressed, restless, energetic, and exhausted all at the same time. I don't want to be by myself and I can't get any work done. My room feels tiny. I don't know how I'm going to get through two shows a night for two nights in a row. I want to go to sleep but I know I'll just end up staring at the ceiling until 3AM.
I wish you all could see it. I am in awe.
I wish you all could see it. I am in awe.