This morning's tech run was an unmitigated disaster. The consolation is that I've "made stupider shit in less time," which is a refrain from grad school when we had original pieces to present in front of the faculty every Friday and a mere week to devise and rehearse them. And some of them definitely weren't great, but at least we flexed the muscle of creation.
I'm going to take a nap with the dog and cat, since I was up at 4:30 AM trying to run choreography with a bandaged finger (kitchen accident this weekend), then I'll work through the problem sections methodically and simplify it all.
If you have suggestions for combatting adrenaline dump and wanna-throw-up-my-lungs-hard-breathing dry throat, let me know your ten cents.