meow.

I'm feeling a little broken. Like maybe one of my wings has sustained a hefty injury. My heart feels a little too open for comfort. Nope, let's be honest here - WAY too open for comfort. My lines feel very blurred. My head is so full. I can't seem to conjure my handy dandy protective crab shell and so I feel a bit naked. I think my tear ducts are going to start charging overtime. My equilibrium (which I work SO hard to maintain) is, um, a good bit thrown off… and I have this foggy, distant feeling from myself. It's uncomfortable and unsettling and sorta terrifying and exhausting, but I get the sense that this is where I am supposed to be… where Tennessee Williams wants us to be.

Ouch.

I need to eat a real meal.
I need some alone time.
I need to write a song.
I need to play on my aerial silk.
I need to fall asleep at a decent hour. without the aid of red wine.
I need to be walked. in redwoods.
I still need a dog.

But first I need to get through opening night tomorrow.

I got an A+ at the dentist today. and she's coming to see the show. :)