It's Monday, and I again didn't get up until 9.30a! I am finding this very upsetting. This time it was Them Bad Kitties' fault, specifically That Bad Milo, who decided that 7a was the perfect time to rout Monty from his sleep and chase him around my head. For half and hour. Therefor, getting up time came and went and snooze was whapped and whapped again.

Fortunately, I showered yesterday at 6p, so that counts for today, I think.

The show went extremely well again last night, which was great. Afterwards the actors decided to get the names and address of all of the audience members in order to have them come to every show that they ever do again, to mis-quote The Goodbye Girl.

"The man in the back, howling like a banshee was mine!" I said, but no-one could identify the girl in the second row who gave Omar a round after his first exit. Our slightly insane house manager also was a good audience member, sitting front row centre, and if my actors had been prepared for it, they could have had a second call at the end, too!

And the man in the back? That was my friend Robert (as seen in Patrick's journal as 'The Fabulous Robert'--a conversation between us went like this, Robert: "I don't know where he got that!" Me: "Lord knows, neither do I!" Robert: "Hey!").

We had dinner before the show and drinks afterwards, and didn't want to leave, but I'm coming to Boston next month so we'll be able to see each other then.

Conversation I had with our slightly insane house manager:

HIM
Where are you from?

ME
Los Angeles.

HIM
Where are your mother and father from?

ME
New York and Belgium.

HIM
O, 'cause you're so independent. I asked if I could help you and you said no. I do that, too, I'd rather do things myself. Like Regan and McCain, Western Republicans.

ME
(giving him the fish eye)

HIM
(getting out of my face)

Today's horoscope:
Today your fantasies may be pulling you away from the tangible details of what you do for a living. Keep one foot on the ground.

One year ago today:
Whenever I don't take myself so seriously, I can't be so sad, While You Were Sleeping or no While You Were Sleeping.

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