Getting out of the imagination actually makes me nauseous.

So I have a show. I have dates. I have a real show {pop-up [ethical] sweatshop}, in a real place {Wythe Hotel} with real support of real people and that is real terrific and real overwhelming and i want to vomit all day for real. every decision is a final decision so that things can move forward. So things can happen. so things that are real. Getting out of my head is actually making me nauseous.