Tough rehearsal last night. Tough tough tough.

There are two huge sections, the beginning and the end, in which all 37 actors are on stage at once, and half of them spent their day off utterly forgetting every bit of their blocking.

Le was less than pleased.
A whole LOT less than pleased.

And my ankle, my fucking ankle, anyone remember my ankle? I know David X. does, but I doubt anyone else will, so I'll re-iterate. A couple of months ago, my ankle started hurting for no good reason, and then it stopped, and then it started again, and then it stopped, and then I forgot about it. WELL, yesterday it started again, and to such an extent that I was actually thinking "Could I have broken my ankle without noticing?"

Got a note from David yesterday and he said "I just read that Michael Jackson is marrying the woman having his baby. Do you think you'll get an invite to the wedding?"

I answered "One doubts it, although it is funny to think that Mrs. Michael Jackson once squeezed my zits..."

We turn in our time sheets every other Wednesday, and I had mine out to give to Dave to sign, and then they disappeared and I couldn't figure out why anyone would want to steal my time sheets and then they suddenly appeared again.

I've always had a Boggart in my house. Apparently, he has now followed me to work!

Last week went like the wind. Like the wind, I say! It was 8.30a Monday morning, I blinked and suddenly it was 6p Friday night!

This week, every minute lasts an hour and every hour lasts an eternity...

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