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I had an unpleasant body image anxiety dream about being on The Swan and have some crappy pop tune in my head that I don't know where I got it from.

I'm actually excited about getting notes from last night's dress tonight, as I think some of them will be good. Anyway, I'm really enjoying doing the show and getting some laughs now -- costumes help so much. They make me feel a lot safer, it's easier for me to understand it's not me who is being judged at that point. And yeah, I kinda really do look like Margaret Hamilton in this one. Very glad we get our first audience tonight.

I've got an indie film audition tomorrow morning (yet another mockumentary), and I'm mildly stressed because I duno when or how I'm going to get my hair into curlers for the opening that night -- currently I suspect I will do it on the subway, leaving the audition, by dumping a bottle of water over my head. No, really.

Overall, I'm sort of in a quiet, lonely mood, because at the end of the day, you do these things, and you do them alone. Also, this is the longest run I've ever done, so it's entirely not like an event friends come to, it's just what it is, and that's good, but like everything else, new.

I bought Triamenic yesterday, as the latest salvo in fighting this cold. They changed the taste, and that disappointed me, but at least it still worked.