November 15, 2008
The first thing I do when the show is over is rub the grease off my face. Then the adrenalin rush ends, and exhaustion rushes in to take its place. I sag. I mean physically, mentally, emotionally. Visibly, audibly I fall apart at the seams. It's all I can do to get to the car. Thankful that Richard is doing the driving, I let myself go completely. As soon as I get home, the tights and black clothing comes off, and I'm into my pajamas no matter what time it is. I don't know how professional actors do it.