Sleep When I'm Dead

Help me.

Another sleepless night. I couldn't sleep before my opening night and I couldn't sleep before my closing.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
I've become so tired, so much more aware

I don't know what to feel anymore. I've no sense of anything. I think this week's been more terrifying than fun. People approach me saying they've met me before and I have no memory of them. I think I'm losing my mind.

Hello to my clever cast members who managed to find my personal blog. You're playing a dangerous game. I'm a bucketful of crazy.

I can't believe I've gotta go back to work tomorrow. I just want to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling for a week...