Man, it's been hard to wake up lately! Keep setting my alarm for 7a to try to get in early, and then hitting snooze until 9a. I'm sleeping funny, too, I'm having a little trouble getting to sleep.

Now, when I talk about having trouble getting to sleep, it's like nothing that happens to people with real insomnia, and I know that I wouldn't get a smidge of sympathy from anyone like that, but it's weird for me, since I usually fall asleep like a rock.

Assuming rocks sleep well, that is. Perhaps they are dreadful insomniacs, just nobody knows it.

But I'm lying awake for 45 minutes or an hour before sleeping, and I can't seem to tell my stories properly. I have these stories that I tell myself and they put me to sleep, but I'm bored with the old ones and can't think of any new ones, and even when I'm trying to do it, I can't sink into them properly, it's like I'm watching it instead of living it. And I can't get comfortable and it's too hot.

The heat broke last night, which was lovely, I woke up having had to crawl under the covers, which was a lovely treat, but even without the heat, it's like I'm too bored to sleep.

Last night we had the last rehearsal for Clerestory before we open, having already finished On the Way Home on Sunday.

And my God, they did it, and if they had been doing it in front of the judges right then, the show would have gone directly to the finals, do not pass go. Omar had finally, finally found the tension and the focus and the pain and the concentration of the character, and he was right there where he needed to be, where he was last time we did the show, and I knew he would be again.

"That was great!" I said, "And just in time, too!"

He was so deeply in character that I could barely talk to him before the runthrough, but if that's what he needs to do to do it right, that's fine by me. We ran it a second time, making some tiny adjustments, but it's perfect. And again, just in the nick.

On Monday night, they had had a reading of the show that Omar is doing as a member project in November, Orpheus Descending by Tennessee Williams.

He asked me to direct it, which I think is apt in a circle of life kind of way, since my father did that show about fifty years ago down in Florida with Rip Torn and Colleen Dewhurst directed by Tennessee Williams.

It's gonna be a bear, it has a cast of nineteen, and I haven't read it yet, but the cast is swell, Omar and Cynthia and Fran and Moira and Ann and Ronnie and Wende and people, and it's going to be a big thing with two weeks of dates rather than just five days, and I've certain that it will make me crazy, I haven't directed a full-length since If Billy Had Been Earnest, and that about killed me, but I think I want to do it.

That said, I still skipped the reading. I had to work, and besides, my brains were still leaking out of my ears from last week, and I thought that if I had to listen to a two hour play reading, I might have to start screaming. Which would not be restful for the actors. So I stayed at work and got some things done that I really had to get done.

I mean, I didn't cut, I really had to work, especially with my having to leave to rehearse yesterday and for the show on Thursday, but I was not sad that I had to miss it, I don't think my nerves could take it. I'm glad I'm getting a month's break before I even have to think about any new show, especially Orpheus Descending.

Today's horoscope:
You're inclined to be too hard on yourself today. Nobody's perfect. Give yourself a break.

One year ago today:
"You're over there, then you're over here, everything's all switched around!"

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