Okay, so, I have to leave in fifteen minutes, because we are training on the new system today so I have to get in an hour and a half early. Let's see if I can finish this in time!

So, yesterday I was about to leave the house and go to work, when suddenly I felt nauseous as hell, and I had actually had a headache since the moment I woke up, and it suddenly occurred to me that I didn't have to go to work, that there are these things called "sick days" and I haven't had a day off since February!

So I called in and stayed home and went back to bed. I thought that I'd sleep then wake and feel fine, but I didn't. I mean, I slept and woke, but I didn't magically feel better. I actually sat and stared like a toad for some hours, watching the Food Channel. And being brainwashed so that when I felt better, around 4p, I went to the store and bought stuff to make a cake with.

We opened the shows last night, and it wasn't all one's heart would have desired, but it wasn't bad. The problem is that there are five shows and mine are the last two.

The first show is 15 minutes long, the second is 45 minutes long and the third is also 15 minutes long, then is my 50 minute show, and my 30 minute show. And it's a million degrees in that fucking theatre, so we didn't get all of our laughs in my first show, due to the fact that the audience was bludgeoned by the heat. It's only May!

By the time the last show started, there was only one person left in the audience. I suggested that they may have died of heat stroke. Then, halfway through the second monologue, someone else came in, so there were two whole people for us to emote in front of.

Afterwards, some of these whiny actors I work with were saying that that was the hardest show they had ever done, to which I can only say that they have never worked in front of a great big audience where they are hating you with all of their heart! A small house, big deal!

Lenten Entries missed:

Anne was lectured by a snooty comic, decided to leave New York, and saw Urinetown, the Musical.

I can't believe she's leaving! Just because she'll be happier and go to a better Masters program that she won't be spending a ton of money for no good reason on is no reason to leave me. Even though we don't see each other practically ever. She just doesn't think enough about my needs. I don't need her, anyway, I'll be taking pictures of her roommate in a prom dress covered in fake blood, (even though I haven't asked her if she'll do it yet), see if I care.

Today's horoscope:
You could easily go to extremes today over food, drink, sex or other physical pleasures. Strive for moderation.

One year ago today:
"When you turn the corner and see your girlfriend kissing a guy and you punch him and it doesn't work and he doesn't know who you are, you have to say something!"

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