12/7/11

It's late and dark and raining as we trudge to the subway together. There's already exhaustion, and a riparian smell coming off me that I can't ignore but hope others can. I'm grateful the play is a comedy of errors, and I'm supposed to be an embarrassed mess. 

As we walk, Pete tells me our friend is separating from his wife. Regret rises like a dull ache, and I wish I'd been kinder in rehearsal.