Shit it's hard to get going this morning. I feel as though somebody hit the slo-mo button. I'd better shower before I forget to.

Back in a sec.

Alright, I am now all shiny and clean, to the great relief of everyone that I'm changing with in that tiny dressing room tonight, but Fran just came down to remind me that he is leaving and that I promised to be the Responsible Adult in the House until the babysitter shows up at 10a.

Which means that if the kids take in into their heads to come downstairs, I won't have much writing time. However, I just remembered that Katie is off school now, so she'll juggle them up there--I just need to be alert for the smell of smoke, and I've done my duty.

So the show opened last night, and everybody was done fussing about the frickin' order at last (I was waiting for someone to show up and give me a hint as to what it was, finally Rolf arrived and said that he hadn't heard a word about them being anything other than second, so that was that) and there were one or two people more in the audience than onstage, so that was good.

Of course, Lee didn't hear my places call, and so when I did my opening cue-- house out -- pre-set out -- lights up -- music out, there was no Lee and the stage was very empty and sad and brightly lit and all, and then the audience heard my little feet go tromp tromp tromp, door open and close, beat beat beat, actress enters, 'cause I ran into the dressing room and hissed "Go!"

Not an auspicious start, but my girls did very well, I though. Perhaps the audience was thrown by the thirty seconds of nothing at the beginning, but the only way that they could have laughed less would have been if they had been weeping.

The second show I mostly sat in the hallway eating a crabcake during (not as good as Melissa's mom's crabcakes, but mighty good all the same), but I believe they got their first laugh about a half hour into it, and everyone in the dressing room sort of straightened, startled, whispering "What in earth was that noise? That sort of staccato barking? O wait, I remember what that sound is, it's laughter!"

Hang on, there's too much thumping upstairs, I'd better go up and check. Okay, they're fine, that was just the normal thumping of a twelve-year-old and a four-year-old and a two-year-old.

Anyway, the show that I'm acting in went pretty well. I didn't think that it was as good as the other actors in my show did, or that Bob the Constant Chortler in the audience did (I think that he wasn't there for the first two shows), but it was okay. I was funny.

I have just emotionally left this show, completely, last week sometime. It goes well, it goes badly, it's all the same to me. I just can't wait until it's over.

What have you just stopped caring about?

And we're still talking about playing hooky, the worst show we've ever seen or done, moviestar crushes, if it's silly to cry over a pet, diets, and the thread about when people think we suck has risen from the grave.

Today's horoscope:
One person in your life is clinging, possessive, and dependent, while another is erratic, irresponsible, and flighty. Don't let it get to you!

One year ago today:
My God, will basketball season ever end?

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