July 8, 2016

Final dress last night went well enough. Some technical glitches. My throat was still iff-y, but didn’t choke mid-song as I had the night before. Hydrated so radically to keep my throat soothed that I got up to piss five times during the night.  I’ll be glad enough if I’m not singled out as being the one awful thing in the production. Baked cookies for the opening night festive atmosphere backstage.
   
Murders by cops everywhere, murder of cops in Dallas. Too many guns. Too much– I don’t even know what. We all need to go to sleep drunk and wake up new in the morning.