We had a good (acting) rehearsal last night, thank heavens.

I didn't say yesterday, but after my rehearsal the night before, I was dead certain that the show would not just be bad, but be a disaster of Biblical proportions.

O the overacting! O the being nowhere near reality! O the tiresome screaming! O the gentle hand of the director not reaching in and squeezing people until their eyeballs popped out of their heads!

I came home and told Cynthia and Fran, and Fran said "You always say that about your shows!" "I don't either, only when it's true. I said that about the last one and wasn't I right? You saw it, you thought it sucked, I'm being sensible here!"

However, last night there must have been some directing going on before I got there, because some things were much more manageable. In farce, if there isn't a foot in reality, it's completely not funny. And nothing is less funny than unfunny farce. But I have hope now.

And I'm off from the show for three whole days! Of course, I will be rehearsing the other show for two of them, but it means an actual real and true Day Off on Friday. I'll probably spend it working late, but at least I won't be rehearsing.

All I see on news shows or magazines or whatever is Survivor, but unlike Millionaire, I have yet to meet a single person who has actually seen one frame of the show.

This is the most manufactured story that I have ever seen, since it seems to me that unlike other stories where there was interest at the beginning before it was beaten to death by the media, this one didn't even have that original spark!

Nobody cares about Survivor, pick a new topic.

As sometimes happens when I'm bouncing around the net, I found some nasty stuff about me.

It didn't exactly bother me as such, I didn't burst into tears like I would have a few years ago, (I actually was slightly amused at the vitriol), and it's not as though I expect everyone to like me or people not to say what they think, but I wonder sometimes what the people writing these things are thinking. Do they think that I am not a human who feels bad when being called a boring hack or whatever? Do they think that I won't see it? Or do they think that I will see it, and if so, do they want my feelings to be hurt or do they want a link? Or do they want me to respond so that they can mock me for responding?

Of course, I never respond, not publicly or usually privately, though I did respond when I was accused of being a bitch last year because I was really upset that I was misunderstood in that fashion. But normally, if someone writes on their page "Kymm just is so awful, why do people read her?" I wouldn't write and say "I'm so sorry that you feel that why, lets be friends anyway," because I realize now that it's not about me, it's about them.

After my "I don't owe you email" rant last year, I got an astoundingly nasty email from someone that I thought I was friends with, that's the only one that really ever hit home.

I also realize that I'm being hypocritical as all get out, what with my Tony comments about Ann Reinking's facelift and things like that, and I'm sure that if she ever saw it, her feelings would be hurt, which is nothing I would ever want to do, but I don't actually expect big celebrities to see my site, but if I talk smack about another journaller, there's a much bigger chance that the smack-ee will see it. So I don't.

How do you feel when you read snotty things about yourself? Do you respond? Do you care? Do you consider the source? Do you write nasty things about other people in public places? Why?

And the boys have started weighing in on movies, the Broadway discussion is still going strong, people have been telling many heartwarming stories about animals they have killed, and I'm the only one who will admit to not washing her hands.

Don't forget to check out Lucy and Jessie, co-Journal of the Week and recent world-travelers!

Today's horoscope:
If the practical and visionary are not blended, you could feel frustrated all day. Instead, take that first step toward your dream.

One year ago today:
My brain is frying into uselessness and it's only barely the beginning of June.

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