So, the show opened last night, and it went reasonably okay.

The audience was incredibly full, which shocked the hell out of me, since even though it was opening night, it was still Monday. This is a teeny tiny theatre, with the booth actually in the audience, and there's no place for the boom box, so you put it on the seat next to the booth, but we were so full that the directors had to hold the box in their respective laps.

I sat in the hallway for the first show, I mean, I sure wouldn't sit through it again, even if there were seats, and went in for my show, switching places with Nick and setting myself up, then re-setting the table and chairs, that were too far upstage, then some idiot audience member said, "Aren't you going to turn on the lights?" and I answered, "No, I'm going to start the next show," managing to not add, "You idiot!"

So anyway, but for the part where Greta missed her entrance, leaving Cynthia with nothing to do or say but repeat her last line, "Donna has an odd sense of humour. A very, very odd sense of humour, that is!"

They need to be louder, they will always need to be louder, but I really don't care anymore, it's all over as far as my input goes, I just can't wait until Thursday, when I'll have my time free again!

What song automatically makes you cry?

And Mechaieh wants to know, in re my entry about my father, What are your touchstones/memory-triggers? What small things or smells or sounds send you reeling back to a certain event in your life?

Today's horoscope:
Understanding how things are put together matters today. You might engage in fix-it projects or indulge a young person's curiosity.

One year ago today:
Yesterday was one of those days where I sit staring, like a toad, waiting for the day to start, then go to bed because it never did.

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