How is that I can explain certain things about myself with absolute certainty, but haven't the foggiest clue on what is going on with other aspects of who I am?
Oh well. I'm keeping busy. Still exhausted. I'm not sure how it is that I am alert at this moment. I think I'm running on fumes -- and yerba, lots and lots of yerba. No one knows what to make of me wandering around at six in the morning, holding a gourd. I think a stagehand thought it was an illicit drug, because when I emptied out the used leaves in front of him he looked wild with panic. I can't be sure. It's not as if just me, alone, doesn't induce that kind of response in people on a somewhat regular basis.
Oh, performing is going well. The play is receiving a lot of attention. I'm still holding out for more solos from Sugizo.
On a side note, I am hungry. This is a new, awkward feeling that I'm going to have to spend time evaluating.