Jesus-pleasus, where was it that I got the idea that it was a good idea to get up at 10a when I really have to leave the house at 10.20a at the latest to get to work on time?

I mean, I used to get up at 8a, I know I did, I remember, and putter about for a couple of hours, writing an entry, watching TV, occasionally bathing, but now I roll out of bed after hitting snooze seven times and have to tear out the door and usually end up being late.

And filthy, because I haven't got time for a shower. Or, alternately, clean and really late, bursting in, telling lies about tunnel traffic. Or astoundingly late, and telling the truth about the tunnel traffic or the vans not coming.

So yesterday we had our last rehearsal for the show.

We had the theatre from 5-7p, so I took a long lunch and went over there to rehearse. I asked about whether the show order was changed, because I had talked to Kirsten and she had said that she had told Tony to change the order, but he said that it was not changed. Perhaps he thought that she was making a suggestion rather than an executive decision. Which means that I still have to follow the worst show of the evening and will thus get no laughs. It's my cross to bear--that, and the death of the children. Sorry, that's a quote from the play.

So I sat around while something really awful was rehearsed, and I didn't know why they were bothering, because we open tomorrow and it's not likely to get much better. The thing that annoyed me the most and made me want to gouge out my own eyes with a knitting needle was the fact that these dimwits were still calling for line! We open tomorrow! What is the matter with them? Were I directing they wouldn't dare, I'll tell you that.

We rehearsed John and Mary Doe, the play I have one line in, and it was surprisingly better than it was at tech, so that's nice. It certainly has the potential to be good, unlike the other show that will remain nameless. Though Actor Boy playing John is a bit free with his editing of the script. He'll never work with Le if he has that attitude towards the playwright's words.

Finally caught up with an episode of Cook's Tour, which I always wanted to see just because I dig Anthony Bourdain, but had never gotten around to it. I saw the beginning once, and thought that it looked a little stupid, the voice-over all seriously saying, "I want extreme experiences, I've got nothing to lose!" when basically he's just sort of doing things like eating intestines.

Well actually, it's fabulous, he doesn't take himself anything like as seriously as he seemed to in the intro. The basic premise is Bourdain going to exotic places and eating disgusting things, which is simple enough, but he has this great cocky attitude that is a joy to behold. Practically the first thing I saw was him getting a haircut on the street in Phnom Penh, and he turned to the camera and said, "Nick Chenko's back and he's got a kicky new summer do!" and I just fell hard.

Of course, I had to watch it about twenty times to figure out that he was saying "Nick Chenko", and I'm still not certain that he was, and I'm probably missing something, but the "kicky new summer do" got me anyway.

Though watching him eat crickets on purpose cooled my ardour a trifle.

Lenten entries missed:

Lil remembered the anniversary of Zoe's birth, decided not to go the adoption route this year, was surrounded by tuba players, really hated it when people said lyeberry instead of library (I feel the same about Feb-yoo-ary), decided that she likes her job, went to Chicago and gave tips for travelers.

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:
Because after my erratic updating schedule as of late, I have no audience left. I am in a slough of despond.

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