Only smiling faces in the sun

I love airports. Airports at night/morning. They make me feel like I can be anyone I want. 

The fact that they are entirely transitory places makes them... poetic. Romantic. 

You could write such a story in an airport. Make a lovely film. It's almost a perfect location, because it holds nearly everything, places for food, people coming and going, the ability to be really crowded, or empty, chairs, plenty of space for people to occupy, odd things to do to pass the time. 

Approximately 45 minutes. 

Draino

I feel... worn out. 

Plane leaves at 1:00 AM. 

I have ensemble tonight, which I'm afraid I'm going to doze through. I'm excited for class tonight though- I just hope I have everything ready that I need. 

I'm nervous about being gone from rehearsal for a week. It means I'll basically have had two and a half weeks of rehearsal.... 

I can do it though. I know I can. By the time I'm back I'll be off-book, and I'll know my character. I will. 

For now, I gotta make sure I have a ride to the airport tonight, and then gotta finish packing.