Yesterday I woke up and Elvis was bad again.

He was breathing really hard and he wouldn't eat breakfast and just lay down on the floor by his dish. He had been doing so well, you know, but I had run out of the bronchial medicine a few days before and he just crashed.

I called the vet immediately, saying that it was an emergency, the nurse told me to bring him in, that the doctor wanted to do a whole bunch more tests, so I bundled him into his carrier and drove him over. I had to leave him overnight, because Cynthia needed the car last night and they wouldn't have been done with the tests in time.

I was so afraid that when I got there they would take one look at him and tell me to put him down, but they didn't. I really think I'm losing him, though. I'm not ready, but I don't think I could ever be ready.

Last night was the reading of The Hostage. It went really well, one of our best ones, I think, besides the accent problems.

I was thrilled as punch to finally be able to do a goddamn accent on stage rather than teaching them or listening to other people butchering them. There were some screamingly bad ones last night, but a couple of really strong ones, and two or three people didn't even attempt accents, which was probably for the best.

This woman, Lucia, was unbelievably good, hilariously funny and a great accent--I'd love to work with her for real. And the guy who played the IRA officer was great, whom I totally never remembered seeing in my life before, but whom I have no doubt I insulted terribly when I said that because he ushered for me several times and we have long conversations during the French. Whoops! All handsome leading men are starting to look alike to me.

Omar was pretty good, he would have been better if we could have found time to work on the dialect, but that never happened. I was great. It was the kind of role that just was written for me, my rhythm, an accent that I'm good at, and I was paired with Jon Oak and he and I bounce off each other extremely well.

Afterwards I went to see John Hegner, my friend from high school, who is moving to Illinois today. Illinois? What's up with that? Who moves to Illinois? I mean, I'm sure it's lovely, but honestly!

I had left Cynthia's glass baking pan over there for about six months or so, so I thought I'd get it rather than letting him take it to Illinois along with the rest of his life. God, he looked good. The last time I saw him he had lost a ton of weight, and he's skinny to start with, so I put out of my head the photos of him that I had wanted to take. And now, last night, he was beautiful again! And I don't get to take the pictures, because he will be in Illinois. Dammit.

He said that he would be coming back for a gig in the spring, and I said that I'd probably see more of him once he left New York than while he was here.

Today's horoscope:
Don't sell yourself short. Creativity and efficiency are two sides of the same coin. If you're stalled on one front, go work on another. You can only improve your image by showing the breadth of your skills.

One year ago today:
Even if you are expecting it, even if you know the show, even if you have noticed the title of the play, that line is so shocking that it just freezes you to the spot.

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