Christ, I'm tired. I've been getting up early every morning this week, since I have to leave for the show at 6.30a. I think I'm starting to feel a little overwhelmed again. And maybe like I'm starting to get a little sick.

On the other hand, check out our Curtain Up review! That takes care of quite a lot of exhaustion and overwhelmedness, by golly. I read it to my mother and she said that she had never read a review quite like that before.

The show was good again, but frankly, the show is never bad. II-2 sang again, and Omar rubbed the money on his cock with such enthusiasm that, I told him afterwards, he was actually jacking off onstage and we would have to raise ticket prices.

Omar and I went to the bar afterwards and drank and talked for hours and hours. Until they turned the lights up to get everyone out so that they can go home. We got to religion this time, and I was quite startled to have him agree with me on a couple of hard-line points that nobody agrees with me on, like the fact that I don't believe in conversion! It's nice to be understood about that for once.

O, and he un-invited me to Thanksgiving. Apparently, his folks are coming down now, which means that there is no room for me. I was actually going to ask him if he was sure, if he really wanted me to come. I think that it might had been a little awkward, spending the weekend with one of my best friends and his harem.

I told him that though he had couched it politely, I knew that his wife and cousin didn't like me much, and he repeated that it wasn't that, that it was that they didn't know me. Then he said what I had been thinking, "She's a little territorial." And yeah, that makes sense, because who the fuck am I, taking up room and attention?

So anyway, now Second Thanksgiving is back on! I'm making bread pudding and sausage/cornbread stuffing and mashed potatoes, and I get to spend four days lying indolently around my apartment rather than spending four days with women who see me as a threat. Probably for the best.

So I got on the van to go home at 2.30a, and had to wait for ages for it to fill up, of course. And then this guy sat down next to me, this tiny infant child of a boy, couldn't have been any older than 25, and spent the whole ride trying to pick me up!

No seriously, I'm not even kidding! And he was a little loaded, but not loaded enough to explain away this bizarre behaviour. He was very sweet, if cocky, and started talking to me because he has seen me in McDonald's once and remembered me. I am one of the more obvious looking people in Weehawken, of course.

He tried to get me to agree to meet him at McDonald's sometime in the next couple of weeks, but I demurred. What the hell would I do with a tiny infant child like that? Particularly after he sobered up and realized the mistake that he had made.

It was funny, J.C. was flirting with me at the bar last night, too. What was I giving off, some kind of "take me I'm yours" pheromone?

"He said the worst thing a doctor ever can say."
"What's that, Beulah?"
"Nothin' a-tall, not a spoken word did he utter!"

"I understand that they cut him open..."
"And sewed him right back up again, that's what I heard!"

"O God, I remember a bird flown out of the moss and its wings made a shadow on her..."

"I'm calling about your sister, Carol Cutrere. She is blowing her car horn at the Red Crown station, she is blowing and blowing and blowing her car horn at the Red Crown station..."

"Where is she? Where's she gone now?"

"Yes, I do sympathize with you and your father and with Mrs. Cutrere, but Carol cannot demand service and our station, we simply refuse to wait on her..."

"Look, look, they're pushing her out of the station driveway!"

"Dubinski would wait on a purple bottomed baboon if he put a dime on the counter and pointed at something."

"I'm getting a busy signal. Has she come out yet?"

"Lady just told me that she was going to wait on her if she comes in here!"

"Um, Dolly?"

"I never stay where I'm not wanted, and when I'm not wanted, I never come back!"

"You spilt some ashes on your nice new suit..."

"Isn't it funny, you've hit on the truth about me..."

"Well then fly away, little bird, fly away before you get broke."

"I thought it ought to be hung where Jabe could look at it, it might bring that poor dying man to Jesus."

"Why's you paint it red, then?"

"You've got to have vision to see..."

"Once or twice lately I've woken with a fast heart, shouting something..."

"The way she's cold in the water and sort of crouched over in it, holding her body like that, that might sort of keep me awake."

"He mighty good lookin'. Do the women give him much trouble?"

"I get commissions." "Commissions?"

Today's horoscope:
For a change of pace, let others have their way. The logic of your position is more appealing when you don't defend it so desperately. Take pleasure in simple acts that also work as larger metaphors.

One year ago today:
I am thankful for my freedom and my solitary life. It fills me with joy, most of the time.

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