So yesterday was rehearsal rehearsal rehearsal.

We went to Ann's house, because Omar's roommate decided that we were rehearsing at his apartment too much. It's such a great rehearsal space, though, and so convenient! So was all trudged over to Ann's instead, which is also a great space, but almost in the East River, it's so far across town, and thus is frankly none too convenient.

The runthrough of On the Way Home was so beautiful that, after doing it a couple more times, I declared this show ready for consumption--no more rehearsals until tech on Thursday right before the show.

When Ellen arrived, we did Clerestory, which is getting there, but still was not where I need it to be. As Omar explains it, last year when we were doing these shows, he was so unhappy in his life that is was easier for him to access these unhappy, broken characters, and now everything is great and he's in such a great place that going back there is hard.

The thing that was wrong with On the Way Home a couple of days ago was that he had forgotten that the character was sick, and he was far too healthy and perky. He found that again yesterday, he was nice and weak, but with Clerestory he was far too relaxed. It's all about the OCD, it wasn't important enough, and it's all in the lines, he says that if he doesn't do it he'll die, and if he does it just right, God will forgive him and he won't have to do it anymore.

I told him to listen to what he's saying and make everything more desperately important. I also realized that he was sitting to comfortably, and it's almost impossible to at as though tracing the words on this newspaper is the only thing that is keeping the world from flying apart if you are, let's face it, lolling.

This one, we are rehearsing again, but I think we're almost there.

After rehearsal I should have gone to see Le's show, but I was just so tired and dead in my head and I just didn't want to have to concentrate, so I went to the movies instead.

Sometimes it's just easier not to have to see live people, I guess! I decided to see Signs, even though I couldn't use a pass yet, it's not one that I want to wait to see. I really loved it! Since seeing it, I have seen a couple of reviews complaining about things, and I guess they are right, but I didn't notice these quibbles at the time, and I'm not going to let them bother me now.

Just like the girls behind me, whom I also didn't let bother me, even though they never shut up the entire movie. But I decided that just because they wanted to waste their $10 each, they weren't going to make me waste mine, and I just concentrated on the movie with all my might. Of course, I imagined that in the event of an actual alien attack, they would be the first to die, and that made me happy.

I thought that the performances were lovely--Mel Gibson was filled with secret pain that radiated from his eyes, Joaquin Phoenix, whom I don't much care for, was excellent, and the kids were great, particularly the little girl. What a find that kid is! And it's nice to see the greatest treasure of the current Broadway stage, Cherry Jones, in a film. The director also did a really nice job in the largest role that he has cast himself in to date.

And it was scary and atmospheric and beautiful, and I dug it the most.

Two pictures of me. I think that the bottom one is the most me-looking picture that I have ever seen, it's my personality right there. I liked it so much that I tried to re-create it without the headphones, but I couldn't. A really straightforward look, a little crinkly-eyes, smirking but not in a mean way. Maybe it's who I want to be, honest and witty without malice. It's who I am on my best days.

Three of my animules, though Stocky (the dog) isn't actually mine. She acts like she is, though. That's what she looks like when I come home and she tears down the stairs to greet me, wiggling with delight.

On the street near Ann's house.

Today's horoscope:
Your energy is higher than usual. Take time to dance, bowl, run, swim or engage in something active or exciting.

One year ago today:
Sometimes I am completely convinced that I am a pillock.

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