Yesterday I dropped into my friend Gregg David's rehearsal to vet his cast's Irish accents.

I wanted to be in this damn show, as I am sick to death of teaching the accents and never getting to act in them, but I'm all conscientious and stuff, so I only complained for about twenty minutes before agreeing.

A few accents were a bit "Comic Irish Washerwoman" (solution--tone it down) and a couple were "Irish Person Who Has Lived In America For Three Years" (solution--ratchet it up) and a couple more were "I Need To Give You Private Coaching" (solution--call me tomorrow).

And one was non-existent...but he was playing an American so that was okay! O, I slay me.

So yesterday Melissa wrote me to remind me that she was coming to town, as she said, "Next Saturday, the 2nd."

I answered "Next Saturday isn't 10/2, though, is it? O, wait, I always get confused because everyone has a different definition of what 'next Saturday' is."
Melissa: "This Saturday is the 25th. Next Saturday is the 2nd."
Me: "No, next Saturday is the next Saturday that there is, the 2nd is the FOLLOWING Saturday, Saturday week, or the Saturday after next. So there!"

Okay, I want votes.

Do you think that next Saturday means the coming Saturday (as I do) or the following Saturday (like poor, deluded Melissa)? Stand up and be counted! Especially if you agree with me!

There's a new storm, Tropical Storm Harvey. Apparently this is the designated Year of the Dorky Storm Names.

The reason that I find it so funny is that in the New York theatre world there is only one Harvey--when you say Harvey you mean Harvey Fierstein, so whenever they said "Tropical Storm Harvey" on the news, I would hear it in my head in his gravelly New York voice.

Tropical Storm HAAAAAAAAWVEY!

Holy cats, look what I found?

How out of it am I that there's another journaller out there with almost my name and she's been writing for over a year and I've never come across her before!

I am so freaked...but I can't wait to read the journal!

Today's horoscope:
You could find yourself going in fits and starts today at work. You swing from slow and steady to hectic, urgent and hyper.

One year ago today:
Lord have mercy on the frozen man.

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