February 25, 2009

Waiting to go to opening night, which will, perforce, be our actual dress, last night being a midnight-kissing disaster. I go tonight with no anticipation. I go hoping all my be turned around by the actual delight of the actual performance. I do not expect it, but I am open to it.

Arrived home at 12:15 AM after rehearsal last night, tore myself awake in time to meet Tom at Starbucks by 7. Was, of course, stood up.