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It's three am and I'm tired. I need to sleep, but I fight it as if I'm ten years old, afraid I'll miss something. I have a tech rehearsal for Salome tomorrow and a whole other script to memorize sitting next to me: Frau Dracula. My eyes are getting squinky, time for bed. I hope the homeless folks outside the window don't serenade me again. I know it's mean, but I hope it rains so I can listen to that and not them. New York is squeezing the California sunshine right out of me. Wandering minstrels...