The sudden death of Peggy. Every day my thoughts of love pour out of me towards her family, towards Cashel … little sweet Cashel.
I miss my siblings. It’s been too long since we have hung out, and I ache for it.
The war.
Doing my show, downtown in Chinatown. Intense. Every night a roller-coaster.
Writing. Working on my essays like a fiend. Working on my one-woman show, bringing it in to show my mentor. A nerve-wracking and gorgeous experience … I couldn’t sleep for a couple of hours after going home.
Ambition. Hopes. Dreams.
And the loss of Peggy.
My parents came down last night to my show. Beautiful people. I cherish them. We met up at the Strand today. Peggy’s death makes me want to hold them close to me. “Be safe … drive safe … call me when you get in…”
I have a ton of people coming to the show tonight.
I need a vacation.
Rain pouring down onto the pavement outside. Eminem blaring in my headphones. Sad about Michael Kelly. Excited about Eddie Izzard. Working on my writing in any free 5-minute space of time I have. Exhausted, worked up. Life is good. I am blessed.
