It's the last week in June! Do you know what that means? That means that it's almost July! Do you know what that means? It means that the financial quarter is almost over at last!

Saying to people "We'll pay you next week" is much more acceptable than "We'll pay you in five weeks," so there shouldn't be so much fire breathing this week. One hopes.

So, yesterday, as we know, I spent half the day lolling in the backyard, loll loll loll, wearing my little blue sundress, since I got up, put on my jeans, went to Mcdonald's, then came home and took off my jeans, because at 11a it was already too hot for jeans!

It was cooler later, but the little blue sundress it was. I always know that it's summer when I pull it out--it's light as a handkerchief and sleeveless, so often I will wear a t-shirt underneath to spare innocents from the sight of my upper arms.

However, when it's really hot I say, too bad for them.

The show went pretty well, although when the show I directed came on and the audience was as silent as the grave for the entire thing I thought "Hey, the Hideous Audience of No Laughs from opening night has returned and brought all of their friends! How very sweet," but they warmed up as the evening went on.

Warmed up literally, that is! The nasty sweatbox of a theatre was it's nastiest and sweatboxiest ever, poor audience, poor us, so maybe the laughter was delirium, or involuntary, like how some things make noises while cooking.

I got howls in my show, simply howls, thanks to my darling Kevin, and Anne and not Shmuel, the quietest man alive, but his friend that he brought, who had a lovely laugh, and I know because she laughed at a tiny thing that I do that no-one had ever noticed before.

When I said hi afterwards, and apologized for being to knackered to go out with them, especially since we had a big strike to do first, I also apologized for the heat. "Yeah," Shmuel's friend said, "When we went downstairs during the intermission, we were simply weeping!"

And now, thank God the fucker's over.

What do you do to escape the heat?

And we're still talking about scars, how we've changed since high school, pettiness, the vans, not caring, moviestar crushes (now turned into a "give Kymm Russell Crowe links" thread), and diets.

Today's horoscope:
Increasing your technical skills now brings future rewards. Master that computer or other technological advances.

One year ago today:
"Look at those things, they look like culottes! No, skorts, that's what they're wearing!"

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