Am half baked on cold meds, backstage, with only bows left…my body a sopping mess of fever-sweat.
…Today was work and home and medicate and sweat and chill, and perform. I’ve nothing left…even to jot in ink.
…I beg your forgiveness, and instead extend the rest of what I’ve got to getting myself home and to bed.
It’s best for all. Trust me.
~D
