My throat hurts.

It had better be because I ran my screaming scene in the second act about fifty times yesterday. Except that my nose is running, too.

I can't be sick! I don't have time! Besides, I've had a flu shot, goddammit, I'm supposed to be an illness-free zone.

So yesterday we had the great hangover rehearsal at 10a, and Sharon was a total bitch on wheels.

I have a much higher tolerance for director's foibles than almost anyone else I know--not just Sharon, anybody. I feel with all my heart that everything a director does is acceptable, and it is my job as the actor to adapt.

But I really hate snottiness, and she was personally snotty towards me enough times that I decided that, after six or seven shows we have done together over the past ten years, enough was more than enough and I never wanted to work with her again.

Then, in the afternoon portion of the rehearsal, they started to build the set and Sharon worked scenes in the dressing room, and we did both of my big scenes, restaging and reworking them, and she directed me rather than yelled at me, and everything was great.

So I've decided that I will, in fact, work with Sharon again, but never on a big cast show, as it's when all seventeen people are onstage at once that she gets tense.

In telling the story of Nik's birthday, I forgot to tell about when, after being there for an hour or two, my theatre company started crawling all over the bar like gibbons, giving him the once over, the hairy eyeball, and I kept thinking "Everybody keep your mouths shut, please keep your mouths shut", then Sam sat down with us.

My big-mouthed friend Sam.

I introduced them and they shook hands, then Sam said in a loud clear voice (yelling over the music and bar noise), "SO, ARE YOU TWO DATING?" and Nik said "What?" and I elbowed Sam sharply in the ribs, hissing "Shut UP!" and he quickly changed the subject.

I kicked him in the kneecap when I saw him at rehearsal.

A couple of weeks ago, I was in the car with Cynthia and Fran and the kids, and Molly, of the steel-trap memory said "Kymmie, yesterday I was down at your place and I talked to your Mommy on the phone and we watched Pooh!" and I said "No, Molls, that wasn't yesterday, that was a very long time ago!" and it was, too, like seven months ago. Or longer. Before Bonnie was born, I think.

Then she said "Kymmie, a very long time ago I went to the Hallowe'en party at the jojo (her word for dojo)!" and I said "No, Molls, that was last week!"

It's like the only way you can tell that she's only two, the fact that she has no sense of time. That and the fact that she can go from being wreathed in smiles to hysterical tears in Mach 5.

After Nik met her, and she was very sweet, he accused me of misrepresenting her in my stories, but I said that she has both the good and bad sides of the Irish sensibility, either charming the socks off of you or making you want to sling her in a bog.

Today's horoscope:
Entertainment packs a punch today! It may be a powerful movie or play or book. Seek out inspiration, shudders or strong feelings.

One year ago today:
"'Scuse me, Ah done brought mah photygraphs fer yah ma'am, thanky kahndly. Do yawl have a pump where Ah kin water mah mule?"

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