Alright, time to move on from writing about Milo. I still miss him, and the household is still adjusting to his not being here (the difference between three and four cats seems to be far more than one, maybe twelve), but it is time to start talking about the other things in my life.

I fear that the people who have started reading over the past few days will be disappointed that my entries are rarely so full of emotion. I hope that they stay around for round after round of Rate-a-Trailer™ and my complaining about how I never get laid.

So, during all of this sturm und drang, I was doing "The Hot Dog Machine" again. I had to wear the long blonde wig that Sabine wore when she played the role, and the first time I put it on I said, "I look like Amy Carter!" and ripped it off, but afterwards I started enjoying wearing it. I had to play a character who was sexier than I am, so all that hair blowing around helped me get in touch with that side.

I thought for about two seconds that it would be difficult playing this comic character when I was all sad about Milo, but then I realized that it would be far easier to do that than play Cynthia's character, whose father had just died in the play.

Wednesday was opening and went okay, but the guy whom I got to run my lights and sound made some mistakes. Afterwards, Fran said, "Do you think that you can tell Nick to take the lights out as I am making out with my wife before I have to start fucking her?" I told him that I thought that Nick was just making an honest error, and I would do something about it.

So I went into the booth to go over Nick's shows that I was running the next day, and said, "Look, babe, do you think that you can bring the lights down at the end of scene four when Cynthia and Fran are kissing, before Fran has to do something?" and he started to giggle. His wife was standing there, and she said, "O, he's always trying to get sex into shows!"

On Thursday I was the only director who was going to be there, so I was running the other four shows in the evening and the actor who is working with me in "You Can Look", who was in the first show, was running my lights and sounds for one night only.

The problem was that it snowed that day. It snowed so much that we were sent home early from work, though I didn't go because why bother? I had to be at the theatre at 6.30p, why leave?

So I left work at 6p and went up to Ninth Ave. to catch the bus. It's a walkable distance, just 14 blocks, but it was snowing like hell and I didn't want to walk in that, so instead I waited for the bus.

Now, the Ninth Ave. bus is what I have dubbed in the past "The Bus That Never Was", but that's in good weather, in snow it was "Bus? What Is This Thing You Call Bus?" The thing with waiting for a bus, though, is that once you wait for a million years for one, you don't want to go away, because the second you start trudging down the street, one will merrily sweep by and then you will have to hang yourself, so I stayed at the bus stop for far longer than anyone should.

Finally, someone came by and said that the busses weren't running, so we all ended up having to walk anyway. Every single taxi in the city immediately turns on its Off-Duty light as soon as the first flake appears, though they will pick you up if they deign to. I guess they didn't like my hat, because I had to walk every inch of that 14 blocks to pick up the keys (which had already been picked up) and then 6 blocks more to the theatre.

I was absolutely a snowman when I arrived, at 7.15p. Covered head to toe. I showed John the light and sound plot, got into my costume and makeup, then got into the booth to run the first show. I was sure that the weather was bad enough that nobody would come, but some did, astoundingly enough. So I had to run the damn shows.

I did the lights and sound for four shows and acted in the fifth. At the end of the evening, I cleaned up and locked the theatre. I was all things to all people, which was a pain in my ass. I'm glad that it was only one day.

When we got home, we watched the taped Jazz game, in which Stockton got accidentally clipped in the eye by Malone (his own teammate), and I was all excited that he might get a shiner.

"Maybe, at Sunday's game, he'll still have a mouse! That would be so hot!"
(Fran) "Kymm, you are even weirder than I am."
"There is nothing weird about finding black eyes sexy!"
"Yes there is!"
"Cynthia, Stockton with a shiner, sexy?"
"O yeah!"
"See?"
"Well, I didn't think that you were lying!"
"I'm just trying to show that not only am I not the only person on earth who feels that way, I am not even the only person in this room who does!"

Friday's performance was our last one, though the rest of the show went on for the weekend, and Jessie was going to come!

I was so thrilled, beyond measure, that Jessie, my dear good friend Jessie whom I love with all of my heart would be there to see me act this fun role. After my show was over, I ran like the wind with bright shining eyes to the box office and asked, "Did a girl with pink hair come?" "No, but maybe she was wearing a hat." Yes, I thought, perhaps she was wearing a hat, it is cold, that would make sense, she's in that audience with her hat on, that's what she's doing.

So I packed up all of my stuff and threw away my food props and sat in the hallway surrounded by bags and waited for Jessie, staring at the door with my ears pricked like a pointer's. And waited and waited. Finally, the show ended, and I went in and looked, and she wasn't there! O the wailing and gnashing of teeth! O the beating of breast and rending of garments! O the cries of, "That bitch, I could have gone home an hour ago!"

Jessie hates me. Yessirree, she sure does. Or, if she didn't then, she surely will after I see her today and bitch and piss and moan about it until she starts bleeding from the eyes.

Today's horoscope:
You experience current (or potential) partners as self-centered and unsupportive or smothering and possessive. Don't let it bug you.

One year ago today:
I get a temperature by stubbing my toe or picking my nose or glancing sharply to the left.

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