what's at the root of my current distate/disconcern for theatre up there.
Am I just tired of acting,
tired from wanting to act;
jealous,
or fighting the realization that I've not the personal store of determination and desire to get any better at it?
(exhale)
I think I wish like hell the past 15 trips around the sun felt like they meant something.
That passport can't get here soon enough.
This is what happens when I spend all day in bed at home.
