So, last night I dreamt that I met this guy, and he was really tall and really cute and he had dark hair and he was funny and smart and rich and 53 years old (but looked 38--don't ask me why) and had a great big house and a great big dick and he fell in love with me immediately and we decided to get married within five minutes of meeting each other.

This was the best dream I have ever had in my whole life!

I overslept by an hour and a half because I was trying to get back to that dream, but it didn't really work. All I could do was dream about reminiscing about dreaming about that guy.

So, yesterday I went to work. I did not want to go into work, I hate working two weekends in a row, but I did. I am such a little trouper. I deserve candy and prizes. Or at least less revolting-tasting baby carrots.

Afterwards was the first night of the Samuel French festival. I am so over the French. Love Creek has sponsored the festival for the past god knows how many years, from way back when we were in the Nat Horne Theatre, and I have run the box office for all or part of the performances every year. It is a pain, it is a drag, it is intensely annoying, but it is the one thing that I do to support this company, so I do it, and I don't complain too much.

This is the first year that Sharon hasn't run it, and now Cynthia is doing it. It's much less tense without Sharon, but it didn't run so smoothly either. The difference between someone running it who ran it for ten years and someone else's first day in charge was palpable, but I was really able to feel useful, because there I was, the only long-time old-timer involved. Cynthia ran the lights last year, she always reads the script, and Ronnie was back stage-managing, which he did when we were at the Clurman after Bill got too sick to, but I'm the only one who has now done it every year.

What went wrong wasn't a huge disaster, and it was something that Cynthia couldn't have foreseen, but every single play was much shorter than it was reported as being. This sounds like a good thing, but if you were told that your show would be on at 9.30p and you really go on at 8.50p, that gives you less time to prepare and maybe your audience doesn't get there in time. We ended up having to switch the order on two shows and take an intermission so that we could catch up.

Sharon was there as a director, two of her plays were in, and let me tell you, it made her night that we were off-time, that we weren't running smoothly like a clock the way she ran it, but you know what? Running without the sense of hysteria that Sharon brings to everything was nice, too. We were off, we caught up, nobody was screwed, it was fine.

Danny Manning is scum. Less than scum. I wouldn't piss on Danny Manning if he were on fire.

And what brings on this ire? Because he left the Utah Jazz and joined the Mavs, the evil evil Mavs, the team where every member is going straight to hell to have their backsides prodded by imps with pitchforks, and not only did he embrace evil in this cowardly fashion, he actually had the temerity to say that he was pleased to be going to a team that has a title shot, a team that had a spontaneous, wide-open, interesting offense, as opposed to playing with people who weren't open to new suggestions and new plays!

This is paraphrasing, and probably filtered through both Fran's (he told me about it) and my somewhat skewed basketball loyalties (i.e. every team who beats the Jazz are evil, and if they beat them in the playoffs, they are going straight to hell), but it doesn't matter if he said it nicer than that, that's what he meant and he needs to be punished.

Us Callahans and semi-Callahans will be hating him with every fibre of our bodies this season, that's show him.

I'm in love with another new journal! I found it through Dawn's weblog, that I check mainly to see if she's mentioning me, which she does with gratifying regularity, and she linked Suburban Joe, which is just swell, it really is.

My only complaint is that the backwards archiving makes reading all of the archives a gigantic pain in the ass, and it is doubly a pain when you print things out to read as I do!

It is a testament to its quality that I read the whole thing anyway, flipping pages back and forth, laughing out loud on the bus.

Horoscope d'aujourd'hui:
Response and appreciation will be important today. Admiration and warmth are vital between colleagues: give and get some!

il y a un an aujourd'hui:
I got me a bad case of those no-account puffy lid bluuuuuHOOOOOOOOOEEEEES!

* Hier / Incrément / Ce Mois / Demain *

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Traduction français par ma mère Gladys Holland.

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