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21 February I was going to stay late but decided that the 11 hours that I normally work counts already as staying late. Someday I'm going to get back on my normal schedule. Someday. God, I can't wait to go to Lancaster.
Got an email from Le, a company-wide email, not just to me, regarding some of his older plays that he wants to put up again and does anyone want to direct any of them? Well, one of those plays was the wonderful At Ninth Month Midnight, a play that I would give a lot to have the opportunity to direct. I expressed my desire to Le, and hopefully it won't butt up against Moon For the Misbegotten. It was originally done with Carol and Jed and Peter, and they were so incredible and they all took their shirts off. And Jed and Peter danced together, shirtless. Was this play meant for me to direct or what? God only knows who would be cast in it now, though. Maybe Omar. Maybe, I know I don't remember the characterizations that well and that he is my auto-default casting, but if someone was born to be shirtless for half of a play it's him.
My Mom is so hilarious sometimes. She got the list of Academy screenings and was asking me what various movies were.
"Far From Heaven, what's that?"
So now, apparently, the movie is about Jonas Salk discovering polio and his wife, Julianne Moore, discovering that he's gay. Sounds complicated!
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