So, on Saturday, we were waiting to hear from our director.

You remember that I'm doing that other show, don't you? The one that opens Friday, the one that I told Director Boy that I was available to rehearse as of Friday last?

Well, on Tuesday we spoke and he asked when I was available this weekend, Saturday or Sunday, and I told him that I could rehearse both days at any time, but if it was going to be one day only, then I would need to know which day, because I was going to spend the other day in the darkroom. He promised me that I would hear no later than Thursday.

Well, come Thursday neither I nor Cynthia had heard from him, so we decided our schedules among ourselves--Saturday was the funeral, so we could rehearse after say 4p, and Sunday I would spend in the darkroom so he could rehearse with Cynthia first, and I'd be home around 8.30p.

This was Thursday night that she called him, and he didn't call back on Friday, and it was Saturday and we didn't know what we were doing.

Once Cynthia got back from the funeral, she called him and requested a rehearsal schedule. Would we be rehearsing that afternoon? We were waiting, and both she and I could be reached at her number. So, several hours later, he called back my number, the big pussy, and asked what my schedule was for Sunday, could I rehearse during the day, and that he was on a movie set and wouldn't be available that day.

I called him back and read him the riot act. I said that my schedule was exactly what Cynthia had told him it was on Thursday, that I would have been available Sunday afternoon had we heard from him in a reasonable amount of time, but that now I wasn't free until 8.30p, that he could come over to our house and rehearse Cynthia first, and that we did not appreciate waiting around all day for him to call.

He called back and said that he knew that Cynthia had a funeral that evening so that we couldn't rehearse that afternoon (which is bullshit, as he knew perfectly well that it was in the morning, this was all about him working on that movie that he was too scared to tell us about and that he didn't want to take responsibility for our not rehearsing), so that he would see us Sunday.

You know, I just did a show with a short rehearsal period, fourteen days, and over those fourteen days we rehearsed ten times. If I had an actor for only seven days before opening, I would rehearse six of those days, and I would have started on Friday.

Of course, he's such an idiot that it would probably behoove me to have as little rehearsal with him as possible, so you know what Cynthia and I did? We went upstairs and we directed each other.

Who needs him? Not me!

The other day, when I was asking for last week's Buffy and Angel, the first response was from Kristin, and I thought that maybe I would check out her journal. I know, I know, everyone loves her, everyone reads her, I have corresponded with her some in the past, but somehow she was always on the list of journals that I might check out someday.

Of course, now I'm kicking myself that I missed all the good stuff that she took down, and I think she's just great, and I'm hoping to marry her someday. Obstacles to overcome are the fact that we don't live in the same city, that she is already married, and that neither of us are lesbians, but I think that these are mere details and that it all can be worked out.

Today's horoscope:
Input or assistance from friends or family can be helpful at work today. A minor change or reorganization pays major dividends.

One year ago today:
That's how Kate Moss keeps her girlish figure, you know. An intense head cold.

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