A moment's rest. All day today I've been different people - fourn, in fact, counting myself. My head's swimming a bit, I confess - playing a French maid, a female fop, Juliet, and whoever the hell I am is a bit confusing. But, c'est la vie (yeah, that's another thing - I need to memorize lines in French. I don't speak French. Thus, headache.)
Diarius interruptus - heaven knows when I'll get back to it.