opening night

show just started and so i wait for my entrance, quite a way away still. strange not to be going on - i actually hate the waiting, i'd much rather get out on stage, be there from the opening lines. i feel stuck in-between - not quite thurman, not yet puck.

there be metaphors in these words....

need to sop and focus and make sure i transform. i have no rituals, though maybe i should. putting on my jacket usually is enough. though i'm already sweating. but then that would happen even if i was wearing only a speedo - which, thankfully for all those involved, i'm not.

off to break an apendage. more, perhaps, during my second act lull...
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