Opening night last night was amazing. I learned my lines a little before the show so I was good. Everyone hit their ques and no one fucked up. I saw Veronica Vallee make a mistake, and it was pretty obvious, but I'm hoping I'm the only one that noticed. Overall, it was good. Joe didn't go; he had work. He's not going to the one tonight either; he has to go to his Mom's, so I understand. My Mom didn't go. She probably isn't coming tonight. It just makes me feel bad. I know my part isn't fucking crucial, but seeing people with smaller parts than me running off the stage to see their family and friends just makes me feel like shit. The only play I remember her coming to was when I played Guildenstern last year. Robert, my step-dad, has been to more of my shows than my Mom has. I know I shouldn't bitch, but it makes me feel like shit nonetheless. 

I'm still really sick. It's horrible. I took so many vitamins this morning, along with some sudafed. And I'm drinking orange juice and sucking on cough drops. I hope it goes away. Last night when I got on stage and started talking, my voice cracked. Luckily, all I had to do was clear my throat, and it was a little better. I still sounded like shit, though.

Ugh. I want to go home.