Thank God the work week is over.

It really was packed full, and I couldn't stay late practically any night so I couldn't get any extra work done, and I was coming in earlier so that I could leaver earlier, which means that I was getting up earlier, and I wasn't going to bed one second earlier than usual--later, in fact, since I was writing my column.

I woke up this morning after sleeping just as long as I wanted to, wondered if there was time to get breakfast at McDonald's, looked at the clock, and it was 1p.

Ahhhhh, I needed that.

So the show opened last night.

It's funny, because the natural progression of a show is, get the script, first read-through, rehearse, block, rehearse some more, learn your lines, choose a costume, decide how your hair and makeup will be, tech, notes, and then opening night!

Well, because we had done this show before, the rehearsing (such as it was) was over and done with, and the lines were learned, and the costume was set, and tech was so low-key, and the show is so short that last night, opening night, I was standing onstage saying my lines and I still didn't feel like I was doing a show.

The fact that there were only ten people in the audience didn't help!

We were the 7p show, which means that there was a 9p show, which was directed by my friend Ronnie, and my friend Greg David was in it, and I missed his last six or seven shows, so I decided to stay and watch it.

What a horrible show!

It was one of the worst scripts that I have ever seen, and almost everyone in it was extremely bad (Greg David was fine, of course) and Ronnie did as well as he could do under the circumstances, but the script was so bad that I was rocking back and forth with my head in my hands during the more dreadful plot points.

I was sitting right in front of Ronnie, who was running the lights and sound, and afterwards he told me that they were going to video the show and he wanted to make certain that I got a copy for myself to watch over and over again.

Afterwards, we went to the bar, and the company rule is, if you hate something that's your prerogative, but you don't discuss it at the bar where people can overhear you and get their feelings hurt, and I am a great proponent of that rule, the last night I just couldn't stop myself. Greg David told me afterwards that he was keeping an eye out for me, making certain that no-one was in earshot. Like, say, the playwright.

I was talking with Greg David and one of the actresses and my friend Diana, and he came by and was introduced to Diana, and Greg turned to me with an evil grin and whispered "Would you like to be introduced to the playwright?" I decided that I needed to go to the bathroom right that very little minute.

When I got back, they told me that he was teaching a writing course, which left me completely speechless, and Greg David says "Well, you know the old saying, those that cannot do, teach!"

Does anyone out there find that cheap phone call commercial where Christopher Lloyd plays the taxi driver as creepy as I do?

Today's horoscope:
Tender loving care is appreciated today. Take turns nurturing your beloved and being nurtured so you both feel warmth and trust.

One year ago today:
What it comes down to is that Bath and Body Works is more vulgar than The Body Shop.

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