I feel like shit. The play dragged.
I don't even want to talk about it.
But Jessie and Vergil stopped in right before the performance, on their way to Lloyd. The road from Asheville took them right by the Opera House. I cried to see them. Now they are in town with their sibs and Owen and Jason. Mr. Moon (my hero for sure) is in bed and I am about to go join him after I scrub my face clean of make-up.
I slept so much today and yet feel like I could sleep another twelve hours. At least.
Well, Scarlett, tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow I will study lines some more, make soup, visit with my baby and her fella, and go do it again. This time, I will not take off the sweater I wear at the beginning of act 2, no matter HOW NUCLEAR A HOT FLASH I AM HAVING because I hear that the invisible (to me) flowers on the front of the dress were positioned right over my nipples.
Okay. That about sums it up.
Flowery boobies and I feel like shit.