Dakota

Last night's show, considering it was a disaster, was awfully good. Disorganized, badly planned, and resulting in multiple injuries, it should've been bad. But it held itself together somehow, onstage. Almost everyone looked great. Carrie looked especially fabulous. And despite a complete lack of communication as a whole from cast to see what everyone was doing, it didn't shatter into a million pieces.

During "Don't Dream It," I tore off these heart-garland-y things off me. I tore off a third of my fingernail on my pinkie as well. It hurt quite a lot. Matt, Liz, and Paul were right on it, though. I managed to stumble through "Wild and Untamed" somehow, with ice covering my hand, and went through the rest of the show til my "death." When Matt came to pick me up, I got a terrible fit of hysteria (which has happened to me before when I've been in lots of pain) and nearly hurt him because I couldn't stop laughing while he was carrying me.

I stopped laughing as soon as I was offstage. It kinda sucked after that.

When I got home, Matt cleaned it out and bandaged me up. Sex was planned, since Jamie was coming over, but we had to pass. I slept pretty well, considering.

Today, it doesn't hurt as much. It wasn't a lot of fun showering after the show, with it covered in plastic and everything... But yeah. It'll take some time to grow back. That matters less. For now I just need it to heal.