Dear mother-fucking Christ, another mistake. Another mistake at work. Not my mistake, someone else's, but I could easily get blamed for it, since I gave the check to someone else in the department to send out, and she swears that I did not.

She is a massive flake, far worse than I, so there is a chance that I will be believed, but this is the absolute last thing I need at this time.

So last night was tech and our first time through the show, which was surprisingly not bad. Not nearly as bad as it had every right to be, considering. There were some pauses that you could drive a truck through, of course, but there is a chance they might pick it up sometime before closing.

My scene went well. There is new opening music, That Man was going to use "Rape Me" by Nirvana, but he switched it to "Big Boned Gal" by k.d. lang, which was a much better choice, since it's not anything like so obvious, very cheerful and bouncy and country, and then the lights come up and I'm all raped on the pool table.

The cool thing is that while I was laying there waiting for the music to end, Omar started poking my arm and pinching my hand. I told the other guys to do that too, it helps my prep a lot.

At the end of rehearsal we had the argument about the curtain-call. Le, you see, specified that the show is done without a curtain-call because it is so much more powerful that way, but That Man thought that it was wrong and that we should have a curtain-call.

Of course, I was thinking that the way the ending was working so far, we might as well have the damn curtain-call, because it just dribbled away and the audience certainly would not be left in the requisite state of shock, but I was hoping that it would improve.

The vote ended up being only two for the curtain-call and seven against. Duane was the one that really wanted one, but the voting bloc of Cynthia, Omar and I was too strong.

So we've come up with a new show to do this year, a Modern Classic for the summer. Appropriately, it's Suddenly Last Summer.

Omar really wants to do it, and I read it and was struck by how powerful it was. I'd just love to direct it, I really would. Omar wanted Cynthia to age up for Mrs. Venables, but she clonked him on the head and refused. I think that she can play Catharine, though they both think that she's too old for the part. The point is, though, that Catharine's age isn't specified in the script, and I think that she's the contemporary of Sebastian, the dead guy, who is around 40.

So she agreed to do the reading, and Omar's gonna play Dr. Sugar (who is specified in the lines as being blonde, so the poor guy is going to have to go through that again, though preferably done by a professional this time), and Ann Mrs. Venables, and Chris as the brother, etc. I got to participate in the casting this time, and I love casting, so that was a real treat.

Hopefully everyone will accept, and then the readings will be set through mid-March now. Hopefully we'll get to do the full production as well, that show is a real trip.

Today's horoscope:
They'll get their comeuppance in due course. The fullness of time and some very inevitable circumstances are on your side. Take a picture of your rival's face at his or her moment of realization.

One year ago today:
And hey, I still have like $30 Canadian that I never changed back, and that's what, a million dollars American, right?

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