Yesterday was a very strange day here in Diary Land.

At 12.15p PST I got an e-mail from Kim Rollins asking me to remove her from Open Pages, since she was moving away and leaving everything, including her journal (See her goodbye entry here, as the journal is gone gone gone)

At 12.36p PST Sandra Posey wrote to her notify list that her online journalling days had come to an end, and now I'm getting "Document contains no data" at American Folk.

What the fuck was going on on the west coast yesterday at noon?

It sounds like I'm making a joke, but I find this pretty upsetting. If you've been around long enough, you remember when Sage Lunsford suddenly left. I still miss her and wonder what's going on with her and Todd and all them cats.

I so much hope that they both come back, since now I'm all at sea. Of course it's their lives, they must live them as they see fit, and they don't owe me anything, not a thing. But still, I have an investment in these people, in these lives--it's like if a friend suddenly stops writing or calling and you're not ready to stop being friends yet. I want to know that they are alright. I want to know that they are happy.

Also, of course, besides the human factor, there is the selfish factor. Both of these women are such wonderful writers that it breaks my heart to think that I'm not going to get to read them anymore.

Does it sound selfish to say that I want to know what happens in the story? I'm ashamed to say that it's true.

Yesterday I got into work at 9.30a because I had to leave at 5.30p for my five hour rehearsal, so everyone was making a big show over how all shocked and things they were to see me at that ungodly hour and blah blah blah.

The funniest bit was when Adam came to my desk and said "What are you doing at this hour! Are you sick?" and he put his hand on my forehead all jokingly, then his face changed and he said "You do have a fever!" and I said "Yes, I do!"

That was, however, about the only thing that was particularly wrong with me yesterday, as my throat felt pretty good.

Rehearsal itself was okay.

We teched the second act, trying out the strobes for the big climax. I have never had any problems with strobes before, but they were on for so long as they were futzing with everything, and they were right in our eyes that I started to get extremely dizzy and nauseous, and since I was standing on a high platform I thought that if I threw up and fainted and fell off the platform and cracked my head open, Sharon would be extremely pissed at me, so I sat down.

Afterwards, several others told me that they felt sick, too. Fortunately, it won't go on nearly so long during the actual show.

Thanks to everyone who wrote in such a wonderful lot of turkey advice after reading the story that I sent to Gabby's list and included in my entry yesterday. I really appreciated it!

Today's horoscope:
Family influences your thinking, conversation and perceptions today. Immediate concerns and the people right around you draw your attention.

One year ago today:
It's like getting a comedy transmission from another planet.

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