Because I was all about recounting conversations, I never talked about Sunday.

I had Rehearsal #2 for Show #1, with no difficulty finding the place this time. This apartment, by the way, is the hugest, most astonishing place I have ever seen in my life. When I needed to use the bathroom, I looked at this array of doors in confusion, until Elizabeth called out, "First door on your right, walk through that room, and you'll find the bathroom."

Anybody who has ever been anywhere near here knows that this is not a sentence that you ever hear in a New York apartment.

There is also the most astonishing view of the Park. I swear, I could eat it up. We will be rehearsing for the next month, and I will be in the perfect position to watch Spring arrive.

The rehearsal itself was sort of a drag and a bore and really such a pity (sorry, I've been listening to Chess lately), since it is a six scene play, and we did scene one 95 times until I was just ready to hang myself. I have gotten so accustomed to super-short rehearsal periods that I get terribly impatient with spending time on one section.

Also, it was rehearsal #2, for crying out loud, you don't work a scene into the ground right on rehearsal #2! First you read it all the way through again, maybe twice, then you get up and walk it around, then you block, then you start working scenes to death! I mean, shit, let me find the character, let me figure out what the hell I'm doing, before you start trying to refine it!

Okay, so I guess maybe I've been directing too much and don't have the patience with other directors' techniques anymore. Although, actually, I think that the whole rehearsal #2 thing would have irritated me no matter what--I've always been like this.

On Inside the Actors Studio, Lipton is always asking whether people like to rehearse, and they always start swooning about how much they loooooooove rehearsal, that rehearsing just gives them multiple orgasms, that they would stab their children in the heart if it would mean that they could have just five more minutes of rehearsal.

Pah, I say. I'm certain that they are not lying, but hey, I don't think that you have to think that rehearsing is the being and the becoming to be a good actor! I think that rehearsal is useful and good and helpful and swell, but you know what? I have other things to do.

Every rehearsal this week is set up to be four hours long. Thank Christ they are all starting earlier than I can make it, because two hours is about my limit before I start choking on my tongue with boredom.

Today's horoscope:
A family member nags or pressures you about eating, drinking, smoking, spending money, etc. Don't retaliate.

One year ago today:
...all the flowers are leaning with their faces pointing in the same direction, like they were waiting at the stage door for an autograph.

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