"Two am approaches, my act's at an end. There among the roaches my curtain descends, every night I tend to find myself crying, there's no work so trying, or so satisfying..."

The show I was crewing for, the Sac City Theatre's Production of Studs Terkel's "Working", concluded today. We had out last show, and strike (Dismantling the set/stage essentially) and a small pizza fest afterwards. I'm feeling the ambivalence that comes at the end of every show. Relieved that it's over, and I can relax for a little bit, but also really sad because for two months it was my life, and now it's over. I guess it's no so bad, after all Shakespeare Festival is coming up, and I'll actually be on stage this time, and have my first rehearsal tomorrow. I guess to close this section of my life, and attempt to regain creative energies via ritual, I'll leave you all with a quote from the show that is most relevant to who i am right now:

"I was bright and didn't play by the rules. Guys were mostly scared of me. They didn't want to get involved emotionally, but they did want to fuck. For awhile I was willing to accept that. It was feeling warm... Feeling Intimate... Feeling."