Tuesday, April 19, 2016

April 18, 2016

The exhaustion that haunted recent days seems to be cycling out. More now what I recognize of myself. My six senior projects are gathering on my head at once, so all energy will be needed. Good classes. Another student confessing what it’s like to be asexual, to have no particular erotic inclination. I listen, think to myself, “you just wait.”  First dress at HART not the disaster it might have been, but in many ways a disaster, many actors still with books in their hands. I managed to muddle through, never quite losing my bearings or my lines, but not exactly the product I want to put on the stage opening night.

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