So yesterday was mighty irritating.

The Candyman was going to come into town for two auditions and he suggested that we get together for lunch between the auditions and then again afterwards and that he'd ring me Wednesday morning at work to figure out the exact times.

HA!!

...is all I have to say, me. Not a call, not a peep, not a sausage. I ended up calling his house and telling his answering machine that I was really sorry that he had been in that car wreck and broken both of his arms and legs and was unable to dial the phone and stuff.

Of course, if he actually was in an accident, won't my face be red?

My Mom had the weirdest dream the other day.

Now, she hasn't been sleeping more than three or four hours a night recently, but the other day she had an actual full nights sleep, and at about 9.30a she was lying there sleeping and dreaming that it was about 9.30a and she was lying there sleeping. She heard voices downstairs, and then her mother (who is dead) called out "Gladys! It's close to 10a! It's time to get up!!" and then she heard her walk up the stairs and the door to her room flew open and she heard a dog chase a cat around the room (probably Likky and Pirouette--also both dead), but her mother didn't come in. Then, in the dream, she got up and looked all over the house for her mother, but she wasn't there. And then she woke up, and felt really great and rested for the first time in weeks and weeks.

She says that the strange part was that she was aware that she was dreaming the whole time, but that it was like she was just lying in bed with her eyes closed and she was really hearing everything going on.

Got a call last night from an old friend, Matthew Stewart, who recently moved back to New York and re-joined Love Creek, and he was wondering if I knew the actresses that were cast in the show that he's directing. Then he mentioned that he would be performing a cabaret show next week with a friend of his, Mark Nadler.

I practically choked on my tongue. I went to high school with Mark Nadler, and had an enormous crush on him when I was fourteen (this was the beginning of my propensity towards falling for gay men).

I will be there, baby. With bells on.

The new Electzine is up, darlings, so go read my column! I'm on page three.

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