ericboy's Diaryland Diary

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\"Look at the red, red changes in the sky\" - 30 Seconds to Mars

The show is going well; two performances said and done, auditions coming up on Monday. I'm exhausted. Today just sort of peeked out of nowhere and kicked my ass. I probably had it coming.
Had dinner with another castmember and now I'm back at the domicile and about to sleep. Quite early for a guy like me. I didn't even have anything to drink tonight, which is rare after a show. When I'm on stage, doing my thing, I feel like I'm overturning a bucket of myself, or revealing a window out of which pieces of me may escape. When it's over, I feel empty. Seldom accomplished. I try to fill the emptiness with conversation and alcohol, often one employed to facilitate the other. Is this the role that I've written myself into?
I will tell another story someday. I just feel very exposed in this hotel lobby. I feel like everyone is scrutinizing my typing. God knows why they would. I'm not paying any attention to them. But I can't help the way I feel. Nor do I have to like it.

12:08 a.m. - 2004-11-07

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