There are little square beds on stage.

I figured out that basically all we are trying to do is appear normal to the rest of the world.  I'm spinning.  My mind gets off the tracks more than it stays on them.  I thought I was getting used to it then I catch myself staring off.  I lose time.  I come back and forgot everything I was thinking or what I was about to do.  This is bad for productivity.  I need to escape myself because it's fucking CRAZY in here.  I need to reach out and help someone else but I am fearful that I will totally fuck them up too.  I pray and pray and then I start dreaming and then I hear a noise and then I get a cramp or I twitch.  If I keep going my mind will stop.  If I keep up appearances people might stick around.  I could talk about all of it for hours but then others get burnt out.  Then I could sleep.  But they stay tired.