Omar and I were going to meet before rehearsal yesterday to work on his accent and design the blood for the show, but since that meant meeting at like 9.30a, he decided that sleeping in was the better part of valour, not to mention working on his lines, and we were going to meet at 12.30p and go to rehearsal together.

I slept in myself, until 11a, when I woke up, turned over and decided to go back to sleep, then I suddenly started from sleep and looked at the clock and it was 12.10p, so I threw myself out of bed and into my clothes and was out the door at 12.25p.

I turned on my phone, and there was a message from Omar at 12.10p, the moment that I woke up. I appreciate the psychic alarm clock, believe me. Anyway, I called him when I got to the van stop at 12.27p, said I was on my way, a van came with a driver who knows me and would let me stand, then he drove like a bat out of hell and I was walking up 42nd St. to the bus stop on 10th Ave. at 12.35p. Which is impossible, but it happened.

I stayed at the entire rehearsal for the first time, because Omar and I were going out afterwards. It was very interesting to see the rest of the show.

There are some very good performances, Cynthia in particular, of course, and Chris, who plays the bad bad man is amazing. He has one line where he whispers to another character that he's going to rip out his throat with his teeth, and I just about fainted. I told Chris afterwards that it was about the sexiest thing that I had ever seen.

When Omar and I were leaving, Dwayne asked to go along and I flat out said no. I felt badly afterwards, ditching him so bluntly, but I hadn't seen Omar in a week and we had things to talk about. And we had to work on his bloody accent for a start.

We walked the two miles to the theatre, stopping for dinner at Ollie's Noodles. The Chinese food near my office was frankly better, but I didn't order the noodles. I'm sure the noodles are good, they are in the main credits.

He told me that he doesn't have many friends, that he has had the exact same circle of friends for practically his entire life, and he wanted to widen it, that maybe we could spend time with Cynthia and Fran sometimes.

I told him that we have cookouts every single Sunday in the summer, and he could have a standing invite for all of them. He'll make a Callahan yet. It's going to be a good summer.

We saw Four Dogs and a Bone at the theatre, got there just in time and all--I practically took a header down the risers rushing to our seats. Omar intrepidly caught me, impressive when you consider our relative sizes.

It was extremely good, I didn't know the show at all to start with, though I love John Patrick Shanley. Tony both directed and was in it, and he had all of these lines about how the director of the movie within the play was weak. This of course is the man who directed me in Naomi in the Living Room whom I teased afterwards about being a pussy director.

Afterwards, I whispered in his ear that he must have been thinking of me when he was saying those lines. He said that he sure was! Do I know Tony and his complex over being called a pussy director or what.

Today's horoscope:
You don't expect much from clients or coworkers. Try to appreciate the actual person behind the professional shortcomings. Virgo might also seem imperfect in the wrong place at the wrong time.

One year ago today:
I think I'll skip All's Well, but I can't skip Razor Brown because A, Cynthia will kill me and B, well, Cynthia will kill me. The fact that Cynthia will kill me is pretty much the entire alphabet.

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