So the other day, Melissa sent me an email reminding me about Jones Soda. They use photographs on their labels, photographs submitted by ordinary people like you and like me, and now you can submit them online. So I did! And people vote on them!

You know why I'm mentioning this, right? 'Cause you are no dummies. I submitted a photo and I need some votes. I'm doing well so far, as I write this now my rating is 8.88 with 139 votes. I was at 9.15 with 123 votes this morning when I woke up, which means that I'm getting some 8s and 9s instead of 10s. But I'm still the #1 rated photo at this time.

So help me out, guys! It's a great photo of Omar, my favourite shot that I've ever taken of him, one of my favourite shots that I've ever taken, so please vote for me!

You know, with a 10, if you feel so inclined.

Yesterday when I got to the theatre, Laura came in and I said, apropos of the night before, "Hello, drunken whore!" "I could say the same about you!" "O, you were way worse than me!" "Okay, I was drunker." "And I was more of a whore." "Yeah, at least I wasn't wrapped around Omar!" "O, there's nothing new about that, that's how I always am."

The show went very well, I thought. Omar didn't feel as strong as I did, but I felt great. I have figured out the place where I know how the show is going to be, the first line where if they laugh at that then I know they are with us, and they laughed there.

The funny bit though was at the end, where Omar says "I've never felt so alive!" and he totally went up and said, "I've never felt like this before!" We are supposed to echo him, "Alive, alive!" and we did say that rather than "Before, before!", but when we got offstage, Cynthia and I looked at each and said, "He's never felt like this before?"

It was as though he was about to burst into song, "Never before, have two souls joined so freely and so fast/for me this is the first time and the last!" It certainly would have made for a different ending!

O, and by the way, the first thing every single one of us did when we got to the theatre was check and see that that damn ladder was there where it belonged.

I forgot to tell you that after opening night, Jed told Cynthia to tell me how good he thought I was. That what I do in this show is really hard, no matter how close Omar and I are, it still isn't easy.

The funny thing though, is that it is. I mean, I'll accept the compliment, but it's a little embarrassing because there is nothing at all that I either say or do that I find difficult. I don't know when I got to the point where I can own my sexuality onstage as easily as I do, I do know that a couple of years ago it wouldn't have been as easy.

It's like I'm up there and I know, I don't just think but I know that I am the hottest person in the world, that I am so hot and so sexy that when I touch him he will fall apart. It helps that he does, of course, and it helps that it is in fact Omar and not any other actor on earth, because I certainly am comfortable being extremely physical with him, but it mostly is this absolute confidence in myself.

I'd probably do better in life if I let a bit more of Maude out on a general basis, although I also could terrify people if I stalked them like a puma as I do Omar in this show. On the other hand, I guess sometimes if you just climb on top of a man and ride him like a pony, you'll get a positive reaction!

And just in case you have forgotten what I wrote at the beginning of the entry at the top of the page:

Today's horoscope:
Although you'd rather help others, right now you could use some aid. Your self-definition enters a period of adjustment. As long as you're on the move, make a list of other things that could be changed.

One year ago today:
...but still I believe that everything will click into place, that I will sit in my apartment and suddenly there will be this pounding noise at my door, and I'll open it up and there will be this big truck filled with everything that I have ever wished for and a driver with a manifest asking me to sign for it and where did I want him to put everything.

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