As I said in the Fat Ass thread on my forum today:

"This is a funny thing to write right after the very sensible "don't pay attention to scale numbers" post, but I have lost another pound and a half, making me down 4 1/2 pounds since Wednesday! And this is just by not eating at night and cutting down to two sodas a day rather than five. I haven't even started exercising more yet! I even has an ice cream on Friday, when it was so hot, as a treat, I'm just not having sweets every day.

I'm very pleased."

So yesterday the day started hot as the surface of the sun and ended up cool and rainy. Now, it seems rather than changing seasons on a daily basis, it's an hourly basis!

And which half of the day do you think I had rehearsal in the backyard during? I'm pretty sure that you got it!

My girls were in the shade and I was sitting in the sun, but Lee ended up practically having heatstroke, so it wasn't the most productive rehearsal ever in the history of the universe.

We tech tomorrow. I trust that it won't suck.

"Russell Crowe was clearly born in a hard month, in a hard year, during a freak outbreak of total hardness."
-Ian Nathan-Empire Magazine-June 2000

Yep, I went again. I finally dragged Cynthia, who thought it was just swell, though she didn't come staggering into the light proclaiming the divination of Russell Crowe, as I did. Of course, she has a husband, so there you go.

So, that's four times. I'll probably go again, it's become something that I need to fill myself with, like fuel. On Friday I said to Cynthia "I'm running a little low, I need to see it again, and you're coming with me."

It's like going to London--if I go too long between visits, I feel like there is an itch that I can't reach, inside my spleen or in the roof of my mouth, under the bone, like when novocaine wears off. Of course, I haven't been to London in four years, and I'm nearly at hysteria point, needing to breathe that air again.

Four years is about the max for being away from London. For Gladiator, it's two weeks. Maybe three. Boy, do I sound loopy.

Who's your moviestar crush?

Amy wants to know if it's silly to cry over a pet, I want to know if it's hard for you to be selfish, and we're still talking about diets.

Today's horoscope:
Logic and common sense serve you best today. Don't get emotionally caught up in issues. Stay detached.

One year ago today:
And then I remembered "O yeah, I don't want a cell phone!"

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