I can’t sleep. I need a plan?! Everytime I make one I fail. I need to get real and get focused. I know I want this more than anything, but I’m not going all the way. I’m sabotaging myself. I know in my heart this is right. I was made for this goddamn it! Everytime I’m in a theatre I get tingles. I’ll read a play sometimes and I can’t wait to perform it. I love this and I want this. I just need to do it! No plan. Just do it. You know what to do. Bed time.