make the show shorter?

this city is like a beast. sometimes it crushes you sometimes you can keep it friendly near you like a huge dog. a white one. or a huge golden retriever.
i will start the rehearsals again tomorrow. but the news is that the casandra studio is under water now. hahahahahahahahaha. soome pipes exploded. that's what the manager of the theatre told me today.
back to redbull and rehearsing.
had the time of my life on 31. fireworks and drunk people on the streets but no tension. no stress. dancing until the next day and the next night and wearing my new friendly hat in the few hours i slept, in a bed with (i think ) snow white's dwarfs. no kidding. i will leave this as the mistery between years, but i swear i had the impression that we were 4 of the 7 dwarfs from the story. but snow white had left the building.
i discovered that i use very much even in my romanian-language ego the word "friendly". a friendly city, a friendly hat, a friendly sweater, a friendly music... does this mean that i somehow have the fear of being agressed in some way or another? maybe i have some problems. some freak longing for balance and turning the music or the tv off everytime she goes into her own house? maybe i'm just sensitive. i mean, i can listen to music, but only my music. no tv, no radio, and especially no fuckin' adriano celentano or stefan hrusca.
well, that's it. but no problem.
as nadia bowers would say- "we just kept on walking!". nadia is a great blonde russian american human being and actress and i'm sure i will have her among the readers of this very helpful source of security and balance which organizes your thinking into pixels and cold harmless fuckin' internet waves. my psychological terror explodes with every Ctrl+S and every Enter pushes me into a realm of calm and contemplation.
damn. i should go to sleep. tomorrow long hard day. tomorrow be responsible. i have to cut the text (to make the show shorter) and this will really hurt.