The Stars

Wednesday night recap. Went to Backbooth, Voyage, and Suite B. Nothing new, actually went home early for once. I didn't feel well all night. This new medicine makes me sick to my stomach. I haven't been able to keep anything down and it just adds to the list of things that makes me realize how hard it's going to be to fight again. I need to convince myself that everything is going to be alright, that it's just another bump in the road.

Today was Les Miserables. I miss the auditorium. I miss the crew, at least what is left of them. I was sitting in the office looking at the walls of pictures and seeing how many years of my life and how much sweat and tears I have put into that building. 1999 was my first year working there. I can't believe it's 2008, and my youngest brother is now working and holding up the Egger legacy. It is always fun running sound, and I really forgot how astonishing of a script Les Mis actually has. For a high school performance that I expected to be very mediocre, it was a huge surprise that it was fantastic. Where did those boys come from?

Sitting on my boat looking at the stars makes me miss Merritt Island, just because of the fact that on clear nights you can see every star and planet in the sky. It's a breathtaking view. I always wonder when I'm here, why I don't come back as often. I think I might stay for a longer period of time then I thought.

I have to run the bathroom again for the third time in writing this short entry, so I'm going to leave with saying this:

Why don't I have the strength to do this again?