I am totally losing my voice.

Am I sick? Did I talk alot yesterday? Is it cold? Nope, none of the above. It's because of that one scream Thursday night at rehearsal. Maybe two screams, but not longer than ten seconds of screaming, and then all Friday I spend with my voice doing that thing where when I raise the pitch, it crackles in and out.

Well, it's that interesting? I see lots of hot tea in my future, for the next week, at least.

So last night I finally was able to rehearse without doing a show, first, so I could rehearse before 11p!

Um, except for the fact that I stayed at work until 8.30p, wandered out with a stop at The Gap and dinner at McDonald's, and that Fran wanted to see the end of the game (what game? Some basketball game or another), which meant that we ended up started around 11.30p.

We worked on part 3, which is the least rehearsed part, the hardest part, and the part that I cannot do full-out anyway, not at the house in the middle of the night. Mostly I did it for the lines, which I now know, though I probably will force Patrick to hear me do them in the car today.

We discussed props and music, because he had asked me to think of a Randy Newman song that would be appropriate--one that is kind of sad but doesn't comment too obviously on the action.

I played him Bad News From Home and Let's Burn Down the Cornfield, both of which were turned down, and then I played, rather as a joke, Real Emotional Girl, but Fran said, "That's it!" Because it does comment on the action, on my character, but sort of who she used to be.

She's a real emotional girl
She wears her heart on her sleeve
Every little thing you tell her
She'll believe
She really will...

Bought me a new hat and scarf 'round The Gap, by the way.

The scarf is just stunning. It's very thin and fine and soft and feels just like cashmere, but is acrylic, so didn't cost a jillion dollars. It's also red and long enough that it still falls to me waist after being flung around my neck, so what more could I ask?

I wanted a cute hat with a bobble on top, and I found an insanely cute one with not only a bobble, but ear flaps with long strings on them, and I put it on, looked in the mirror and burst out laughing, snatching it off my head.

I look like an utter dork in it, but I bought it anyway, because I look like a cute dork. One hopes. If you see me in it and it turns out that I really look like a pathetic dork, do me a favour and don't let me know!

I just heard that Madeline Kahn died yesterday. Ovarian cancer. She was only 57 years old. I'm really thrown, as she was such an incredible talent--an almost unique combination of amazing beauty and knock-down, drag out comic ability. I can only think of a couple of other leading ladies who were also truly great comedians, only Lucille Ball and Carole Lombard. And my friend Annemarie Downey.

It's a great loss.

Don't expect an update tomorrow until the evening, I think, as I'm at Melissa's house!

Today's horoscope:
Don't overdo impulsive speech, but do enjoy exciting topics, stimulating conversations and new or challenging ideas.

One year ago today:
"What's this thing? Is it good to eat? Is it good to play with? Is it good to lay down on? Holy shit, it's alive!!!"

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