Sheer fatigue.

I didn't get home until 1 a.m. last night. Lord, how I hate cue-to-cues. (Tech rehearsals, lots of stopping and starting, for those not familiar with the concept.)

I'm so tired that I think I'm numb over yesterday's results. I'm sure the full impact will hit later; right now, I'm just sort of staring at the world in groggy, saddened disbelief.

I don't suppose there's anyone out there who has so little to do today that they'd like to go run an errand for me? Didn't think so.

At least, knock on wood, I got the November Enigma file to behave last night.

So very tired.

(And buy tickets for Anything Goes!)

Random thought.

I need a flunky.