And Birthday Week begins! You've gotta love Birthday Week! It's the week where everything is wonderful and great things happen and people bow down to me in the street because they know that I am the Queen of the World!

Or something like that. It may only be happening in my head, but that's where most of the really cool stuff happens, anyway. Except for presents, they happen in real life! Good segue, huh? I knew you'd be impressed, I've been working on it all week.

Anyway, if you want to get me something, which is certainly not mandatory in any way, well duh, I mean, what am I going to do, hunt you down via your IP number and demand an offering? Hey, that's not a bad idea! I am Queen of the World this week, after all. But anyway, the Wishlists that Ate Manhattan are here, here, and here, but the first one is pretty much the real one.

My nose is running.

I cannot tell you how upsetting this is. I was just saying the other day how I haven't been sick or taken a single sick day this year. I had my stomach problams earlier this year, but I haven't had a single cold, not even a twinge of one. And now, rivers of snot!

Are my sinuses unaware that it is Birthday Week, for Chrissakes? Can we please all get on the same page, people?

Last night was the final night of the French. I am not certain why we always think that the Finals are really busy, but they never are, as the shows tend to blow their wads, audience-wise, earlier in the week.

I got there late, and as punishment Cynthia sent me on a food run, which lasted until after the show started, so Joanie ran the box by herself and I mostly stayed inside. I swear, I have done less actual box office work this festival than any previous year, and I am the expert box office person!

I watched some of the shows, bits and pieces. There was another show about people who don't know they are dead, that I again guessed on about the third line, and then it went on for 40 more minutes. It was Godot, but, you know, worse.

And then there was another show about 9/11. It was good, I think, but I cannot watch those shows, or enjoy them in any way, I just shut down. The only one that I have enjoyed, though enjoy isn't quite the word, has been the one that Le wrote right afterwards, that was Cynthia playing a woman who was just talking quietly about her friend who had died, and it was so simple and powerful that it just put me away. This one may have been as good as Hamlet, or even Godot, but I couldn't tell, all I could do was wait for it to be over.

Afterwards I helped clean up a little, but was so tired and burnt out that I ducked off home early. Not that I could complain about being either tired or burnt out, since I had not done the matinee, nor had I worked as many days of the festival as they had. Nevertheless, I buggered off home, feeling only slightly guilty.

In re my horoscope below, watch out, New York! I'm Magnetism Girl today! I promise, though, to use my power for good and not for evil. You know, unless I run into Vince D'Onofrio or something, then hold your hat.

Today's horoscope:
Your magnetism quotient is high today. You can turn on the charm with others--for business, romance, or to persuade and sway others.

One year ago today:
Hey, I'm an Equity member, but since I'm a box-office person too, this sense of entitlement sticks in my craw.

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