26 November Okay, so Wednesday was exhausting. You know how when you're really busy and you're working at a fever pitch because you're trying to beat a deadline? I mean right at the end, when you've got an hour's worth of work to do in forty minutes, so it's all intense concentration full speed ahead? Well, I was working at about that level for ten hours. Somewhere around 4p, even though I had actually slept enough the night before, I crashed hugely, feeling like I had the day before with no sleep! But it didn't matter, because I had to keep up the laser-headed rush for another four hours. There were checks that had to go out, and of course the signature stamp was locked into the drawer of someone who had already left, and it was after 5p, so Linus was sure to have been gone, but The Raccoon caught him on his way out the door and made him sign about 100 checks by hand. But I wasn't done yet, because I had to match them with the invoices and put them in envelope and this and that and the other, until finally I was basically throwing them at the FedEx guy as he was leaving. My rehearsal was at 8p, but I didn't get out the door until 8.05p. Fortunately, there was an almost entire lack of traffic so I made it there at 8.15p. Tense and shaking like I had just drank a pot of coffee, my nerve endings poking out of the ends of my fingers, but I was there. And rehearsal went pretty well, too. Everyone was tired, and the first run went okay, but then the second run they sort of snapped and started being playful and goofy and having fun, which is what the play calls for, and I really enjoyed watching it. I think I'm going to do a photo shoot after a performance sometime during the run, something I rarely do with my own shows. I probably should have done so with If Billy Had Been Earnest what with all the great costumes and all, but I hated that show so much by the time that we started that I didn't want to do a single thing more than necessary. In this case, though, it would be nice to be able to have something to send to Pamie. Yesterday was a day of, besides eating myself into a coma, watching halves of movies. After watching the parade (will someone tell me why they had Lou Vega singing Mambo #5 on the same float as Captain Kangaroo? Did they have too few floats? Were they carpooling?) and seeing all of It's a Wonderful Life, I watched half of Hobson's Choice, half of Same Time Next Year, half of The King and I, half of Beetlejuice, and half of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Are there always so many great movies on all in a day, or was it a Thanksgiving thing? I watch too much Food Network. Katie spent a large portion of the day downstairs with me, watching movies and watching me cook. It was fun, I haven't really hung out with her for awhile. One funny bit of synergy was that a commercial for the new version of Anna and the King came on and she mentioned how much she wanted to see The King and I after they did Shall We Dance for Ethnic Night at school, and then the movie came on an hour or so later. Apparently, also on Ethnic Night they did the mambo, the samba, and The Telephone Hour from Bye Bye Birdie. 'Cause nothing's more Ethnic than '50s teens on the phone! An exchange: KATIE What are you doing now? ME I'm making whipped cream. KATIE You can make whipped cream? ME Sure you just whip some cream and you have whipped cream! KATIE What's cream? ME (slightly stumped) Well, it's thicker and heavier than milk--you can't just drink it, and when you milk a cow you get a bucket of milk and the cream rises to the top and you skim it off. KATIE Is that skimmed milk? ME Yeah, that's it. ME (three minutes later) See? Wasn't that easy? Here you wanna lick one of the beaters? KATIE Hey, this is really good! I usually don't like whipped cream, but this is great! ME That's because it's not that nasty stuff out of the can. I could not believe that Katie had never heard of homemade whipped cream before, but at one taste she immediately turned into a whipped cream snob and only fresh will do from now on, so that made me happy. Today's horoscope: A friend's exaggeration blows things all out of proportion. Sift through the stories told you to get the straight facts. One year ago today: Shit! I forgot to buy cranberry sauce! * Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow * E-Mail Whole new way of looking at life by: Michael Moore! This page was written by hand. My hand. Only pussies use HTML editors. Last Updated Fri 26 November 14:55:09 1999