So yesterday was Hallowe'en, or as it is known round my office, Thursday. We are so not fun where I work.

In the LA office they had a costume contest and everything, but here in NY we just worked like the wage slaves that we are. This is, of course, because they are lazy sods in LA who don't do a single thing except for sit around with their feet up and bitch about Accounts Payable.

There were a couple of costumes in the office, Sean in particular let his true colours show by sticking a devil's tail in the back of his pants, but not much. However, my constant bitching about it meant that I got to use my ( Patrick's) line twice when people asked me, "Well, what are you dressed up as?"

"I'm a psychopath, you can't tell from the outside".

There were a couple of fun things that happened during the day to distract from the work part of work.

The first of which was that I was interviewed for the New Jersey Star-Ledger! Not as a journaller, as the director of Orpheus. It was really fun, I haven't been interviewed in ages, few things make me happier than talking about myself to someone whose job it is to listen attentively. Maybe I should go into therapy.

Cynthia was pushing the NJ connection in the show, that she and I and Fran live there and that Omar is from there, so she gave an interview that she says made her sound like a moron. I, on the other hand, was remarkably intelligent. Or so I like to think, don't rain on my parade, people! The guy was really smart about NY theatre, he had heard of Love Creek and Le and was able to discuss shows that he has seen years ago. He liked the connection about my father having done the show with Tennessee and it all went swimmingly.

We'll see if he prints anything.

The other fun thing was Albert in Accounting bringing his cute little Cantonese-speaking son. He's one of those kids that everyone flocks around like flies and laughs at everything he says.

One of the few things that he could say in English was, "O man!" and every time he did, all the grownups surrounding him would parrot it back and laugh. I think he's a cult leader in the making.

At rehearsal, I had planned on doing all of Act I, which is the big scene with everyone and then the second scene with just Omar and Winni. I ended up only doing that first scene in our three hour rehearsal. Dear God. And this has to be in reasonable shape for Philip on Sunday.

I got home, and everything was broken. The fridge wasn't working, my glass canister that I keep the cotton balls in in the bathroom was shattered on the floor, all of the cds from on top of the fridge had crashed to the ground and one had broken into pieces. Fortunately, it was one that I bought for a show and don't actually want.

Monty doesn't seem to be feeling entirely well either, I think that I need to de-flea him again. He hates it, but always feels so much better afterwards. I hate that everything is broken in my house, I cannot take much more of this.

Today's horoscope:
Today your caring quotient is high. You can be extremely warm and nurturing, with a great capacity to love and be loved.

One year ago today:
And all I could think was when do I get to be someone's treasure? When's someone going to look hard enough?

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