I'm wondering if I will ever finish the story of my weekend, or if I should wrap it up and say "And I good time was had by all!" No, I shan't give up, it's only Wednesday.

Pamie, I would like you to know that when we were playing the world's easiest game of Cranium and those other bad journallers were jeering at your description of its difficulty, that I did not join in!

Never once did I comment that you were perhaps not a member of MENSA! I refrained from checking to see whether we had gotten some sort of beginner's version of the game. I did not join in the rousing choruses of "People in Austin Ride the Short Bus", and if anyone claims that they heard me say, just as Melissa got an answer seconds before the timer ran out "Wow, you were almost on that plane to Austin!" they are lying scum.

Also, I don't want you to take my Christmas present back.

Actually, it was funny that you mentioned Nicholson impressions, because Corina had to do one, and the first words out of her mouth were "You make me want to be a better man," which made me fall about laughing. I mean, of all the quotes available "You can't handle the truth!" and "I want you to hold the chicken between your knees!" and "Here's JOHNNY!!" she chose that one?

Not to mention the fact that her husband guessed Jack Palance, because that's whom she sounded like. Either that or Cagney.

Anyway, we all had the swellest of times, even though I kept wishing that I had more of a voice, because this was the kind of group heavily populated by Musical Theatre Geeks, occasionally bursting into song, something I was unable to do because of The Voice Or Lack Thereof.

It's like I explained to Melissa, when you're a singer you are so wrapped up in the ego of your voice that even the thought of sounding average is unbearable, so I just had to not sing at all. She's a singer, too, I knew she'd sympathize.

Patrick and I slept in the living room. Elizabeth crept out in the early morning an I was awake, but not enough to say goodbye. Have I mentioned how much I liked her? She's going to send me unaired Profit episodes, that alone would be enough, even without the being all nice and fun thing.

I got up and went into the kitchen, performing my show for the cat about three times before everyone else got up and we sat around, waiting for Melissa to get up and feed us, 'cause we're all crippled and stuff. And we knew that she wanted to feed us.

She got up wearing pink longjohns and a sleepy expression and I took about twelve pictures of her because she looked so cute and because she was too tired to stop me.

Sleepy or no, though, she made some kickass pancakes, that we all (including Colleen, Stephen and Kate) scarfed down as though we hadn't had our weight in cheese and crackers and ziti and ass cookies just a few hours before, then Patrick and I drove back to the city.

As we left, I realized that I was in a t-shirt and wasn't cold at all, but I had forgotten my jacket, so I ran back and got it, but it occurred to me, how could I have not put on my jacket? It's December! Then we passed a thermometer outside a bank and it said that it was 80º! I don't know if it was right or not, but it certainly was at least 75º.

We drove the wrong way for awhile, because New Jersey is the Land of No Signs For the Turnpike (ah, the mem'ries), but got right quickly enough and only hit traffic right by the Tunnel and I made it to my tech at 3.15p. We didn't really start until 3.30p, so all was well.

The other day I said "Holy mother fucker, it's almost 10a and I'm not dressed. Poopy," and Melody said "ONLY you would combine swear words of such differing levels of harshness as 'holy mother fucker' and 'poopy'!"

But I must say it again, you see. Well, at least I'm on Sunday! Afternoon even! Tonight's my opening night, pray that I don't fuck up my lines fifty times like I did with Fran last night...

I got my Xmas cards from the Mom yesterday (along with two more Amazon pressies! I dig you guys the most!) so if you are wanting one, let me know now!

Today's horoscope:
Fun with friends is in focus. Your children (and/or your inner child) enjoy lighthearted activities with other people today.

One year ago today:
Where the fuck are all these people coming from?

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