More sleep

Sleep takes up too much time.
It can be used for other things.

You feel your dizzy spells coming back.
You start to forget your tonic soups.
Your cramps are starting to get unbearable.
You ask weird questions.
"Are you scared of me?"
No he isn't, stupid.
You are acting like a girl on her period.
It was a tactless attempt at starting the discussion.
You stare at the script and nothing comes to mind.
Only on stage do you think up of a way to explain his idea and the performance.
And your inner critic grins. She says you were withholding this to 'shine' on stage.
It was a dramatic explanation. It wasn't even good.
You wonder why on days like these you never fail to make yourself feel worse with your internal monologues.
And the answer. The blame.
Sleep. Sleep more.
Perhaps then you will get over all of these. That you couldn't help him, that you're feeling unwell, that she isn't opening up, that he's acting different, that you may have unknowingly led (her) on, that there's quite a bit of things to be done.

It's all gonna be fine though. Just takes a little more sleep, time management, and time for it to all work out.
It's been a long day. Bad day, perhaps.
But it's all gonna be fine.