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30 March So yesterday was another of the most beautiful days in all of creation. I could barely stand to be inside when I was inside. I swan, if it gets cold again, I'm taking hostages.
So I had a pretty decent rehearsal yesterday. My kids were off-book a good deal more than they were the day before, and if you put the three runthroughs together, it would have made a swell show, different actors went in and out at different points. They'll pull it together by next week, I think. Afterwards I was going to go right home and get a bunch of work done by golly, but one of my little actors, Chris, asked it I wanted to grab some lunch, and I realized that I hadn't eaten a thing all day, so I did. Then he was meeting someone at 7p and had time to kill and I realized that the only thing in all the world that I wanted to do was go and lay in the grass in Bryant Park, so we did that and yapped for a few hours. I so rarely have long conversations anymore, and when I do, I feel like I'm regurgitating this page in large chunks, but I occasionally let him get a word in edgeways and I don't think I was quite the most boring person ever to walk the planet earth, so that's cool.
Then I came home and had to hump boxes all over the place. You see, the drain in the laundry-room floor backed up (somewhat nastily) and the roto-rooter guy will have to find the place where the pipe goes (I don't really know the exact problem) so I needed to get some of my five billion still-packed boxes out of the damn way. I told Cynthia that she did it on purpose in order to get me to unpack. Not that I did, but at least there fewer boxes in the hallway.
When I type the word "gonna" and then run it through my spell-check, it suggests that I replace it with "gonad". And that's just what I'm gonad do from now on!
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