Before everyone thinks that I have forgotten the whole diet update thing, let me make clear that I did weigh myself yesterday (the only day I allow myself to) but neglected to put it in the entry. And the diet update is: I lost another pound and a half, which makes eleven and a half pounds down altogether.

O ye of little faith...

So it's Diary Collaboration time again!

It's a good question this time: Invite 10 people to a dinner party; who are they, and why have you invited them? What do you serve for dinner?

I will start out by saying that I cheated...I have two lists. I kept trying to shoehorn some on-line people into the list, which kept screwing it up, so I decided to make two lists.

The first list is made up mostly of famous people that I don't know, and I chose the smartest, funniest people that I could think of--great storytellers, real raconteurs. And they are Bob Costas, Kevin Spacey, Elie Wiesel, Emma Thompson, Anne Lamott, William Goldman, Billy Bragg, David Duchovney, and because I have to have someone familiar there or I will just crawl away and hide, The Candyman, and also because if I get to choose anyone at all, my Da, whom I would give alot to be able to have dinner with again.

And the second list is of the diarists that I think would make a great group: Melody, Amanda, Lucy, Jay, Tracing, Lance, Linda, Amy, Scott, and one non-diarist, my pal Josh.

And what will I serve? Well, probably something that I know I could cook without having to think, because I'd be so nervous, so probably beef stroganoff and rice with bread pudding for dessert.

I am such a ninkypoop.

My dear friend Peter, whom I love with all of my heart, rang the other night begging me to please please please come and run lights for this production of Dracula that he is in and which opens Wednesday. I said yes, of course, because I love Peter with all of my heart.

So last night I popped over to their tech and found that it's a three act extravaganza with over 100 light cues and the lights weren't yet hung, so I only have tomorrow to learn the show.

I need to have my head examined.

To expand more on my Candyman conversation on Sunday, I was very mad at him and punished him severely and he crawled and was full of apologies, so that was okay, and we chatted a bit and then I told him that I didn't want to make any plans because they always fall through and I wasn't going to call him--if he wants to see me he can pick up the fucking phone and call me himself. He laughed and said "Boy, you sure slammed that ball right into my court, didn't you?!" and I agreed that I had indeed.

He can chase me for a change, and if he doesn't want to, then fuck him.

One year ago today:
Well, my show closed last night in a blaze of mediocrity.

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