Yesterday was pretty jam-packed.

I went to the darkroom and did some more of the wedding pictures, then had rehearsal, then saw Sam's show. Phew!

His show was, umm, not spectacular, but he was excellent. As per usual. With Sam, it's like Meryl Streep or something "Yeah yeah yeah, another brilliant performance. Yawn!" He can punch up weak material like nobody's business, and with strong material, hold your hat!! Like I said before, in the Williams play, no-one's gonna even know that Kevin and I are onstage!

I was in a really swell mood until I ran into this one girl.

I like her and we've always been friendly, but when I'm around her I tend to sink into this black depression. She's very outgoing and courageous and flirty in a way that half of me wishes that I could be and the other half realizes how annoying I would be if I were.

I finally figured out why I get depressed around her, though. It's because she is so huge, her personality is so big, that it fills the room right up and there is no room for me. So I get very small.

And I slink away...

I've been singing alot lately...At the top of my lungs. While walking down the street. Mostly, I've been singing this:

Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Who can blame me, cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Me, oh my, I loved him so,
Broke my heart to see him go,
And only time will heal my woe,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

I've sold my rod, I've sold my reel,
I've even sold my spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

I'll dye my dress, I'll dye it red,
And through the streets I'll beg for bread,
For the lad that I love from me has fled,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Saw a flyer the other day for a production of Hamlet. It was black, and on it Hamlet was wearing a skull mask with lightning coming out of his fingertips and the tag line was:
"There is something rotten in Dimension Denmark..."

I'm not entirely certain that there is enough money in the world to get me to see that sucker!

One year ago today:
The Engine hit the jackpot, and he won't ever look at me now.

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