36 Hours in Chicago, 10 hours in transit, I should be wiped.
I'm not.
Why not?
Oh, right. After months of CONSUMING theater and sometimes WORKING ALONE, I got a chance to hash things out with colleagues and be MAKING theater, in the room with people I respect.
Forgot now necessary that was.
Like when you finally, finally set your alarm early and get your ass out for a run before work.
This, friends, is why we need a community of artists.
Not to discuss art.
To make it.
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