June 9, 2021
Made myself sick with anxiety over dress-rehearsal, which turned out to be just as bad as I’d imagined–not bad in itself, maybe (everyone did her job, and well), but insofar as it ignited all my loathing of chaos. Six little plays, six sets, six technical set-ups. K was superhuman in keeping all from running aground. I would have been screaming and setting fires after ten minutes. I went up on my very first line. J said, “That’s what rehearsal is for.”
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