I'm exhausted. I had a rotten rehearsal last night. I didn't know my lines. Well, I did at my house, but was less certain during the run.

I was not, however, the only one who was less than perfect, but apparently Tuesday night's run of the first act was just swell, and Sharon was yelling at everyone for not being as good last night.

Hmmm...what was the difference between Tuesday's rehearsal and last night's? Well, I wasn't there on Tuesday!

Anyway, I'm too tired and I've been giving you such riches lately that I thought I'd let you know the three best "O my God, Randy Newman kissed you!" e-mails.

From Kim Rollins:

That's just the greatest. I'm going to make a George Clooney tribute page now, so that when I meet him, I get muchas smoochas myself. He's going to scream "KIM ROLLINS? The one from the INTERNET?" and hurl himself at me with the force of Hurricane Mitch.

From Pamie:

When the object of your online affection jumps up and hugs you for your work..man..that's just the coolest.

now if only i could get johnny depp cornered somewhere.

"Pamie. I'm pamie. p-a-m-i-e? you know, I have a beautiful cervix?"

From Robert Dimmick:

I can't decide what's more shocking: meeting Randy Newman and he knows who you are, or not bathing for three days. Now we know why you have so much soap!