Point the First: In the post I wrote while half-delirious with exhaustion last night, I claimed to have seen a “dear” on campus. D-E-A-R, dear. It’s a good thing nobody reads this blog, otherwise I would be the laughingstock of the literati.
Point the Second: I am beyond fed up with my constant, semi-crippling stage fright. How long have I been in theater? How many times have I performed for audiences? You would think that by now my brain and body would understand that there should be different physical reactions to “going to sing a song for some folks” and “going to be devoured by a shambling army of enraged, remorseless zombies.” YOU WOULD THINK.
Point the Third: There is no place on the whole of the earth that is colder than my house. Like, this is basically my life: