No rest for the virtuous

As you read these lines, I am rehearsing for the last time until tomorrow's production of the play. But I wrote this post on Monday. I have been tired all weekend, partially due to my cold, partially due to a lot of work. I woke up on Monday feeling like I had been sleeping under a ton of bricks (yes I love this trope). But hey, suffering is part of acting, whether the pain is physical or mental (getting in character can be really painful and leave you angsty). I don't want to sound like a masochist, but the pain makes the end result worth it. It makes you appreciate it more anyway.