got hold of a wheelchair in rehearsal and i randomly used it for hours. my character isn’t crippled. then i was blindfolded for an hour to check what’s that like. then i read Hans Christian Andersen’s The Girl Who Trod on the Loaf to katerina who fell asleep. then i ate fish. then someone pleasantly rubbed the back of my head. Then i went to see cocorosie. It was cancelled. then i walked home. Juli said fart haha. I bought a mamechiyo margaret

[find the ditties]

[in police custody, as Norman is thinking] It is sad when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son. I can’t allow them to think I would commit murder. Put him away now as I should have years ago. He was always bad and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man, as if I could do anything but just sit and stare like one of his stuffed birds. They know I can’t move a finger and I want to just sit here and be quiet just in case they suspect me. They’re probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I’m not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching… they’ll see. They’ll see and they’ll know, and they’ll say, “Why, she wouldn’t even harm a fly…”