Being Sick Makes Me Crazy.

I cried a lot on Thursday, because Opening Night cards made me sad. The show went well. Afterwards, I stood in the right wing, peeking out into the group of people standing and chatting. No one could see me, because I was in black...I could just watch them, invisible. Wish I was invisible all of the time.
I picked what I'm going to wear on Pretty Day. It's shiny. Like a mini-grad dress.
I need to go to sleep now, I'm exhausted.
No Musical Quote of the Day, I'm afraid. Brains not entirely functioning.