So, yesterday I had rehearsal.

I haven't mentioned doing a new show, have I? Well, it's not a new show, it's an old show, The Verse, which was part of the Christmas show, which we are re-doing as part of an evening of one-acts.

The director called me a few weeks ago and asked if I was available this weekend and I said yes and never heard from him again, so I called again and asked about whether we were having any rehearsals at any time, so he called me back and grudgingly admitted to planning a 15 minute rehearsal for last night.

So we got together and ran it three times, and everything that was terrible before is still terrible, and what was good is still good, and nothing will be improved or fixed when we do it again, and do you know what? Couldn't care less.

I forgot to say that I got some rotten news on Friday.

I was at work, and Cynthia called to tell me that the merger was defeated. What merger? There is only one merger, the merger that my father worked towards for twenty years, the merger between the Screen Actors Guild and the American Federation of Television and Radio Artists. The merger that finally came to a membership vote, and was voted down.

I have always said that it doesn't take any brains to be an actor, and Lord was that proved true! Half of the actors I know, if you shake them lightly you can hear their little pea brains rattling around in their skulls, and, unfortunately, there was no intelligence test given before the ballots were handed out.

I mean, any union actor stupid enough to listen to that motherfucking union busting asshole, Charlton Heston (who may be an actor but he thinks like a producer), deserves exactly what they will get, a weak union, but unfortunately I am getting the same thing without even voting like a fool to get it. Why should I be punished along with the idiots?

Any actor brain dead enough to vote against the merger, against a stronger union, should be shot in the face and buried in a mass grave so that they will not reproduce and pollute the gene pool.

Jesus, what is going on in Diaryland? Last week both Tess and Renee driven underground by assholes, and now this! I mean, I know it's a fluid medium, but this is ridiculous.

Also, Beth hasn't written in five days. I'm getting the shakes.

Today's horoscope:
Today you measure your self-esteem on the basis of your productivity. You can do much if you believe in yourself.

One year ago today:
"There is something rotten in Dimension Denmark..."

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