Feeling like an Overtired Toddler

Last night after rehearsal I just about fell apart. Somehow, the combination of lots of people, stress, and all the other things associated with a play left me in that sort of pre-hysterical state that young children get into when they're overtired and overstimulated. I guess it isn't just young children. I've been low on alone-time lately, and rather than increasing my tolerance for crowds, it seems to have decreased it. I usually do better in small groups anyways, but even a long rehearsal oughtn't do that to me. This was a pretty long rehearsal process- 7-midnight, pretty much, and involving 3 trips to my room to retrieve: a. props, b. my lamps, c. a long multicolored scarf I have, for King Verence to use as a belt (to make his costume look less like a bathrobe, which, lo and behold, is what it is). I also managed all my changes backstage, without any curtaining (one of my costumes involves a long and flowy skirt, which I used to change under) although I did give myself a rather spectacular muscle cramp in trying to fasten my bodice. In the future, I'm thinking it might just go on first and just stay under my other 2 costumes. I know it fits under the latter one, just have to check the earlier one. Amusingly the majority of my costume (but not all of it) is made of my own stuff. Overall rehearsal was a lot of fun, and went pretty well. If my tolerance for crowds was just a bit higher, I wouldn't have had a problem. Actually, the other part of the problem was that I was brooding a bit over a conversation I'd had with Efi just before dinner- a worthwhile conversation, although one he wasn't quite putting together, but one that kept things brightly in mind that I am trying not to think about too much. That last is starting to sound like certain parts of last year. Go figure. Must be a bad pattern of mine- once something is in my mind, I tend to brood over it. I need to learn to do less of that.

Feeling like an Overtired Toddler

Last night after rehearsal I just about fell apart. Somehow, the combination of lots of people, stress, and all the other things associated with a play left me in that sort of pre-hysterical state that young children get into when they're overtired and overstimulated. I guess it isn't just young children. I've been low on alone-time lately, and rather than increasing my tolerance for crowds, it seems to have decreased it. I usually do better in small groups anyways, but even a long rehearsal oughtn't do that to me. This was a pretty long rehearsal process- 7-midnight, pretty much, and involving 3 trips to my room to retrieve: a. props, b. my lamps, c. a long multicolored scarf I have, for King Verence to use as a belt (to make his costume look less like a bathrobe, which, lo and behold, is what it is). I also managed all my changes backstage, without any curtaining (one of my costumes involves a long and flowy skirt, which I used to change under) although I did give myself a rather spectacular muscle cramp in trying to fasten my bodice. In the future, I'm thinking it might just go on first and just stay under my other 2 costumes. I know it fits under the latter one, just have to check the earlier one. Amusingly the majority of my costume (but not all of it) is made of my own stuff. Overall rehearsal was a lot of fun, and went pretty well. If my tolerance for crowds was just a bit higher, I wouldn't have had a problem. Actually, the other part of the problem was that I was brooding a bit over a conversation I'd had with Efi just before dinner- a worthwhile conversation, although one he wasn't quite putting together, but one that kept things brightly in mind that I am trying not to think about too much. That last is starting to sound like certain parts of last year. Go figure. Must be a bad pattern of mine- once something is in my mind, I tend to brood over it. I need to learn to do less of that.

Confusion

I was just sitting here, working on my Hebrew essay, when I hear, from outside my door, a man's voice, semi-shouting/calling out "Maya, Maya [name that I didn't quite catch] hates you. Maya, Maya." So I openned the door, there was a guy there, and I sort of looked confused. He apologized, a girl came over and asked if he was causing trouble again, and she told me again that he apologized, and they left. Weird, weird, weird.

That said- anyone know what sleepy fruit might mean?

Confusion

I was just sitting here, working on my Hebrew essay, when I hear, from outside my door, a man's voice, semi-shouting/calling out "Maya, Maya [name that I didn't quite catch] hates you. Maya, Maya." So I openned the door, there was a guy there, and I sort of looked confused. He apologized, a girl came over and asked if he was causing trouble again, and she told me again that he apologized, and they left. Weird, weird, weird.

That said- anyone know what sleepy fruit might mean?