I dreamt about Being John Malkovich all night last night, I have no idea why. Possibly because right before going to bed I read a blurb on Catherine Keener where it mentioned that she is 40, which shocked the shit out of me.

So that meant hours and hours of Malkovich and Orson Bean and Cusack and portals and puppets. Not awfully restful, actually.

In response to my mention of our Slightly Insane House Manager, Robert wrote:

"Kymm, he IS slightly insane! Before the show I was coming upstairs from the bathroom, and he was at that mirror in the hall. He made some crack about the weather and I joked "Well, you must be British!" since this is their sort of weather, and he looked at me like the Antichrist and said "I'm half-Celt, don't call me British." Creepy."

I told Cynthia last night the "You're like a Western Republican" story, and she said "Sounds like he has a crush on you!"

O. Lucky. Me.

Why are all the guys (and occasional girls) who have crushes on me at least Slightly Insane, if not outright lunatics?

O, I am so cool! Well, that goes without saying, natch, but the particular reason that I am so cool today is because rather than getting stuck on Level 23 and staying there forever and always, I was on it for only one day before moving on!

Calm yourselves, no rioting please.

Why do I keep thinking that chartreuse is purple? It's green, for heaven's sake, why can't I remember? Well, it sounds purple.

Today's horoscope:
Important papers require your attention today. Legal matters may be involved. Read everything carefully.

One year ago today:
I'm crossing fingers, I'm crossing toes, I'm crossing eyes--nothing is being left un-crossed!

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