Wednesday, March 01, 2006
petrifaction.
i am petrified that no one will come to the show. tomorrow, or, like . . . ever.
i sent emails and press releases and all sorts of shit, but this is new york and how a random person ever even finds out about a little off-off-broadway solo show and makes a plan to go see it sort of mystifies me.
it's out of my hands. i need to chill.
if no one comes, i owe them seventy-five dollars. this is my greatest fear: that the embarrassment will be compounded by the exchanging of money. i will have to pay someone dollars because my show drew no people. is there anything lamer?
the monkey said anxiety was coming off me in waves like heat last night. i am really really trying to relax. relax. relax.
i sent emails and press releases and all sorts of shit, but this is new york and how a random person ever even finds out about a little off-off-broadway solo show and makes a plan to go see it sort of mystifies me.
it's out of my hands. i need to chill.
if no one comes, i owe them seventy-five dollars. this is my greatest fear: that the embarrassment will be compounded by the exchanging of money. i will have to pay someone dollars because my show drew no people. is there anything lamer?
the monkey said anxiety was coming off me in waves like heat last night. i am really really trying to relax. relax. relax.
