So, last night I was supposed to be off-book for Act I, then go home and write my column and make deadline.

Ha ha ho.

I got caught up in doing OP stuff Tuesday night, so I decided to learn my lines after work and before rehearsal, so I settled down at 6p...and realized that I hadn't done my FedExing, and I had about twenty things to send out, and by the time I finished I really had to go, so I got there with nary a line learned.

Fortunately, my reputation for being a bit of a flake preceded me, since even though I tried desperately to learn my lines while standing onstage for the first 17 pages, after calling for line three out of the first six lines I just decided to stop pretending and just read them from the script.

Sharon yelled at me a little bit, but it was kind of in an "O, that Kymm!" kind of way, with a twinkle in her eye. Everyone else who didn't know their lines properly got a stern talking-to.

I get away with murder, baby.

Of course, rehearsal ran way over, going until 11p,and then traffic was murder coming home, and I walked through the door at midnight, in full knowledge that there was no way I was making my deadline.

I've never made it before, so what's the big deal, I hear you ask?

Well, I have an editor to worry about disappointing again, you see, so I wrote in fear and trepidation that I couldn't write until tonight, and breathed a sigh of relief when I got back this "O, that Kymm!" e-mail, with a twinkle in her eye.

I have succeeded in lowering everyone's expectations to such a degree that if I ever do manage to do anything that I'm supposed to do when I'm supposed to do it, I'll probably get a parade!

I was walking to the van the other day, and I saw this basset hound tied up in front of a store, and, because I must say hello to every dog I see, I stopped to pet him. Well, I was charmed! What a sweet, friendly, floppy dog! But as I walked away, I thought:

"Great, now I gotta get a basset hound! There aren't enough years left in my life to get all the different dogs that I need to get!"

I have a new fave rave!

It's called The Diary Thing, and it's this glorious journal by a Canadian photographer and journalist and I'm simply wild about it, and have asked him to shoot my wedding.

So I have the dress picked out, and the flowers and the colour scheme and the wedding party and the place and now the photographer, the only detail I need to take care of is the groom!

Like I haven't found the very one that I want...

Today's horoscope:
You're conscious of the rules at work. Don't inhibit yourself, but do take advantage of knowing exactly how far to push in achieving your aims.

One year ago today:
"No more heroin, no more cocaine, no more marijuana!"

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