Opening Night

It's today.

Opening night, I mean.

It won't happen for another eleven hours, but the day is finally upon us.

Am I the only one who feels sick?

Oh, but it doesn't matter, I'll sit off stage right and pray to God nobody forgets a line.

Of course, I didn't eat this morning. I had half a juice barrel and poured it out onto the grass.

Doesn't really matter now, however. I'm sure things will be fine.
-Mark