I slept fitfully. Dreamed of the review coming out. Dreamed I left something out, made some kind of mistake, dreamed some errors were made in the printing.
Doubt marches on. How to keep hope up is the question for me.
Cursed. I do sometimes feel cursed. It's an internal curse, of course. They all are, I believe.
I saw the review today, in print. I didn't even want to read it. I hate it now.
Good garbanzo beans. Made them today in the crock pot. I can do some things well and enjoy them to the very end.
I walked off some of my frustration but didn't have any thoughts that will send me anywhere new. Except I thought about how I don't want to think of that review any more. I grabbed a New Times so I could see what other plays are coming up. If I can get another review to do it will shove this one out of the way. So maybe the feeling is a way to keep going. Always expecting the next one to be good enough.
I am watching a Tori Spelling movie. Classic terrible movie. I can walk away from it anyway. Will I?