March 22nd, 2001

Roman

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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.
Roman

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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.