...Not that it takes more than one of "those" to do the job. But I guess the attempt at feigning an organic ego exactly my antithesis necessitates apparent inscrutability even when there's a risk of just apparent ineptitude. I'm torn: Sit in the box until death? Are you kidding? Heather would never get herself killed on that carpet -- it's dirty. Alternatively, it's cold and no safer outside. And I'd have to put up with the stage stuff perimortem... Yawn.
I can at least say that last night was the most wonderful in that everyone else seemed to be genuinely having fun doing what they wanted -- none of that exsanguinated, creaky, creepy vibe. I may have been unable to enjoy myself fully because of what I had to process. But I'm glad of everyone else seeming to be in a good mood.