Last night was the third rehersal of my play. Well, it's really not my play, but I feel as if it is. Everything is so marvelous. At times it's very awkward when we're figuring out the precise blocking of the thing, and especially when I'm supposed to get a bit carried away with my theatrical love interest to whom I was introduced only last night in reality. But when it's over, and even while it's happening, I feel completely and utterly happy. Full to overflowing, nearly intoxicated with happiness over it. I am in a play! my thoughts sing over and over, forever finding new melodies for the dear, charming little phrase. When people ask me about it, I begin to laugh and gush, and then feel bad about being so exhilerated. It's like being in love, I think (I don't really know, but it must be something like it). Oh dear. Can I ever go back to normal life after this?