Letters to Holly

Wednesday, March 19


I am inexplicably nervous about the rehearsal tonight. It's the last before we welcome an audience (although, Thursday is titled an "open dress rehearsal"), and I have plenty of time today to scan my script. But I have the nerves, the jangles, the willies. I don't get it. I should have a calm confidence. I don't think this is giddy eagerness. I think this is anxiety.

We watched American Idol last night as the remaining 11 again sang Beatles songs. There were maybe three good performances; the rest wallowed in predictability. Your Sis is hypnotized. And I would never have thought this possible.

Picture of the Day
This is Mercury. The shiny crater at the bottom measures 40 miles wide.

No comments: