Insomnia

I haven't slept in two nights. Pure fear keeps me awake. The fear of standing on stage and forgetting everything. I am haggard, ugly, and sweaty. (greasy) I hate opening nights. The walruses rock up to the show with their tusks of judgment, sharpening them throughout the show, waiting for an error to pounce on and consume like arctic fish. I don't remember it ever being any different. x