Crabby.
Last night riding the bus home I felt so satisfied and overwhelmed, knowing that I work my butt off for exactly this--late nights at the theater, giving a good performance, meeting other people who are committed to the creation of new and strange performance work. The city felt surreal and beautiful. Sometimes life surprises me with how much it matches what I want in my head. Sometimes all this Bruce Wayne/Batman stuff works out.
Today has been less magical. I am tired and have destroyed my voice during rehearsals (which should be awesome during the actual show). I am heading to bed asap. And then I'm taking a bath. And then I'm warming up. And then I'm embarrassing myself in front of 200 people. It's just how things should be.
Originally posted on sparkling-robots.vox.com