I can't express how bipolar my trip to Illinois was. I have never had so much misery and so much joy and so much rage and so much anxiety crammed into any other five-day period. The joy parts included getting to see and talk to Michelle, Erin, Dan, and Tim. The anxiety, misery and rage portions were all my brother's fault. I didn't get to see Josh, or the dance spectacular. That kind of hurts my solar plexus.
I've given Tim my blessing to direct Bargaining for the ISU Free Stage Festival. I'm told performances will be the weekend after Thanksgiving. I'll post more details when I have them.
I feel like there's more self-censorship than self-expression in those paragraphs. That's frustrating for me.
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