Well, I was going to see Anne's show last night, but I was felled by cramps. Cramps! At my age! I never get cramps anymore, but this was like being chopped down like a tree.

I was rather embarrassed having to call and say that I wouldn't be coming because my tummy hurt, but there wasn't much I could do about it, not to mention that the mere idea of crawling all the way down to Spring St. in that condition was entirely horrifying to me.

So I went home and watched TV.

The fact that I got my period, though, made me think really hard about Boys in the Backroom. I have mentioned that there is nudity, right? Nudity of the gynecological variety, that is. I mean, I'm getting raped in the play, so as the play opens I'm laying on the pool table and my skirt is up and I'm not wearing underwear.

"Holy shit!" I thought, "Will I be on the rag during the run? Dear Christ almighty, where's a calendar?" But after some frantic addition, "Okay, it's the 12th and my cycle is about three weeks and three days..." that should make it the 5th or so of February and we open the 12th, so it should be fine.

I might have to rehearse once or so with a tampon, but Lord knows I'd rather not. Although that should certainly feed into my feelings of being violated, since I hate the damn things.

Today's horoscope:
Explore a friendly difference of opinion. Education can be truly enjoyable when it happens with friends or over food. Keep a good reference book at hand if you don't believe what you hear.

One year ago today:
My thoughts were slow and sticky. I was floating in a sea of goo, like being in the womb.

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