Aug 18, 2006 12:09
We opened on the 16th: i was, predictably, a tentacled mass of nerves. My fingers, already not in any hurry to win any beauty contests, were bitten and peeled into ragged submission.
In retrospect, it was a mistake asking anyone to come for the opening. One hardly needs divining stones to know that it was to be the roughest of the performances; that I would be horrendous company and shamefully poorly behaved; that I would end up an utter wreck.
But I'm not exactly mensa material, and, like Calvin, I live and don't learn.
I really busted a chance - when I thought I had something good going on. Thank god I think my writing at least will continue.
I'm really, really sorry for spoiling everything with the things I did and the questions I asked. Your answers: well - I can't do anything but take them.
I really did like you.
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Second night - thank god, c'etait mieux.