November 21, 2025

Checked my portfolio. Down $71000. I blame Trump. 

Ghostly spider triggering the security camera in the eaves. 

Exhausting rehearsal last night, learning choreography, enduring the director’s repetitious tics and errors, which she goes through night after night as though reading from a check sheet. Still, our numbers grow. Ultimately, failure, success, and just squeaking by are equally inexplicable.