"I've been doing this sort of thing for years"

Yoga: much nicer when you don't feel like your brain might be trying to escape your skull by way of your nostrils.

We read through the script of Play Dead yesterday evening! It's full of puns and entendres and misdirections. It's very silly, and I am entertained by it. (Also, I am in a play-within-a-play that consists entirely of fairly literal food-porn and me getting a ridiculous death scene.) Since my character's Big Secret is never revealed but I am fairly certain he has one, until the director contradicts me I'm going with "I get to make it up". Theories so far include: he's gay, he's secretly a woman in disguise, he is a failed mobster, he is fleeing a Dark Past by taking up the theatrical profession... et cetera.

Tonight I managed to finish my first essay of the semester/calendar year/academic year. It's good to know I can still get into that headspace occasionally.

Still on deck is real analysis homework (features proving that zero is less than one) and some questions about the Iliad.

I remain in anticipation of getting responses from/for all the previously mentioned things, but what with the everything I have less time for impatience and more energy with which to be patient and more things for my brain to do other than fret. Someday, I figure, I will learn how to not be impatient at all, and on that day I will declare myself to be a Real Adult. It may take a while.