One would think...

...that I would be less stressed now than I have been. A whole weekend of sleep and relaxing, two great performances, and hopefully a third tonight, and some football and good food today. One would think.

However, it has made me absolutely incensed that since the start of this play, I have lost seemingly one thing every night. Two nights ago, it was my house keys, last night, my nylons. Tonight, I cannot find my makeup anywhere. I am livid. I hate losing things. I am a very put-together person. But when I lose things, I feel like a very important part of my psyche also gets misplaced, the cheerful part.

So today, I am getting ready completely at home, and bringing a zippered bag to the space. I am hoping that means that I will not stay angry Tracy. I dislike angry Tracy. But I also dislike spending money on things like nylons and makeup not once for a show, but twice. I frown on things such as this.

And my venting time is over for right now. Or at least, one would think...