Prologue 

I was unkempt, unprepared, and never-the-less late...for everything.  It was for our first "really" important official "Theatre in Britain" meeting; a meeting where the ground rules were set, advice was given about flights, packing, and whether our passport was in order — a very important meeting. The only excuse I had was: exhaustion and being tired of academia. One could say it wasn't very compelling and rather pathetic. Originally I had set the perfect schedule for a very imperfect organizer, but all was foiled by a nap. I was 15 minutes late and felt the urging guilt. After I made the trudge of shame into the fluorescent drowned lecture hall all eyes where fix on my guilty-tardy-ass. At that moment the last rational thought before the anxiety was,"...Oh god, how am I going to survive this?"... "Bon voyage," as they say.