So last night we had our second rehearsal for "Where the Snowflakes Bloom", which I was half an hour late for, but at least I called ahead of time, because it was 6.55p and I was about to start my FedExing, and there were about fifty things to send, so I knew that I wasn't going to finish in time to get downtown by 7.30p, meaning in five minutes.

Got down there to this simply massive apartment. It looked like it was a pretty big studio, but on two different occasions, I would turn a corner and find another huge room on the other side. It was like it was growing when I wasn't looking, unlike most NY apartments, which shrink.

There was this great big beautiful dog, too, a borzoi, who was like a deer. Not meaning bounding all over the place or having horns, but meaning her long neck and flank. When I was offstage, I would just lay on the floor with her--it reminded me of when I was a kid, using my dogs as pillows in front of the TV.

The rehearsal went well, I was twitching up a storm and Laura didn't make me stop, which would have thrown my entire characterization out the window.

It really was terribly funny, though, she was directing up a storm, really very specific and small and stopping us every few lines and incorporating all of these bits, and saying stuff like "Say the line, walk two steps, say the next line, turn your head..." and suddenly it dawned on me.

She's just like me! I'm being directed by me!

At the end of the rehearsal, she apologized for being so persnickety and all, and I said, "Look, Kelly can back me up on this, but you are exactly like me when I direct!" and Kelly said, "Yeah, I was just thinking that!" Afterwards, she reminded me that I had said that I wouldn't be able to stand being directed by me, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be. Especially because I can doing what she wants the first time and she doesn't have to keep repeating it.

Or, as I put it, she's not so far up my ass that I can't breathe.

Today's horoscope:
Don't make your job today into a struggle between concentrated focus and carefree versatility. Allocate time and space for both.

One year ago today:
I love you, James! I wouldn't make you perform out on the tundra like that!

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