Rehearsal yesterday was reasonable enough, which you'd think would ruin my "every other rehearsal sucks" theory, but I was missing an actor, so it counted.

He was shooting an industrial, and his call was changed from 7a to 3p. He thought that he might make it, but ended up being kept too long. And the rule in non-paying theatre is, the only good reason to miss a rehearsal this close to performance is death or paying acting work.

And, comes right down to it, the latter is preferable. Barely.

I dreamt last night that I went to the Aleutian Islands. I have literally not the foggiest about the Aleutian Islands, though dictionary.com tells me that they are "an archipelago in the North Pacific extending southwestern from Alaska" (I assume that they mean southwest rather than southwestern).

In my dream, the Aleutian Islands are (is?) a big city sort of stuck in the 50s and a haven for movie freaks. Bet I'm wrong!

This morning when I got up and turned on my floor lamp, the bulb blew out. So I looked in the spot where I keep my lightbulbs, which is a milk crate right by the bathroom door, and there was my box of checks!

I ran upstairs and gave Cynthia the rent (to her great relief) and told her where they were.

"Well," she said, "I suppose that makes sense in a weird way. You keep all of your things that must get replaced only periodically all together in one spot!"

I doubt it was that well thought-out, but any logic in a storm, I always say. Well, not always, but I did say it this once.

Got an e-card from my friend Michelle with a picture of a mountain and the following text (tag by Michelle):

"when the task at hand is a mountain in front of you
it may seem too hard to climb.
but you don't have to climb it all at once -
just one step at a time.
take one small step...
and one small step
then another...
and you'll find...
the task at hand that was a mountain in front of you...

is now a mountain you have climbed."

and a tall place to push your actors from!
- Michelle

I'm imagining that Heather Donahue being on the Tonight Show last night may have made light dawn for a few bright sparks still labouring under the delusion that The Blair Witch Project is a documentary.

Overheard at the premiere:

"Will the cast be here?"
"No, they're supposed to be dead!"

By the way, for those who actually watched the Tonight Show, that is exactly what I would be like on the Tonight Show, only she's prettier and younger.

Sort of riffy with slightly practiced jokes that she has said before (but you can only tell a little bit that they are not spontaneous) and extremely good diction. It wasn't like looking into a mirror, but it was like listening to one.

Well, you know what I mean.

Today's horoscope:
Go for the gusto! Excitement and recreation are highlighted. Let loose your inner child and have a good time.

One year ago today:
"Thank you, I've been wanting a bag of blood and had no idea how to get one!"

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