This morning, Elvis came into my room and was futzing around on my clothes, so I called him over to the bed and he crawled under the covers and went to sleep. It is cold in this apartment.

It was sweet, but I remember that Milo did the same thing right before he died because he was getting so bony. And Elvis never ever has done that before. He would go under the covers and knead and knead, but he'd never lay down and sleep.

It's kind of a bad sign, but it was really super cold.

So last night was the reading of Streetcar.

It was weirdly cursed in a way, strange things kept happening, an actor didn't show, Lissette left at the intermission and Omar had to read the rest of the stage directions, and a bunch of little things. It was just kind of messy and sloppy and unprofessional in spots--me as well, I kept whispering to Dwayne next to me while I was onstage.

The performances were fine, but it was kind of slow, because people were not certain what stage directions would be read and which would not, so they would pause and wait for it, and my God there were way too many stage directions, Williams is as bad as O'Neill. I am totally taking charge of cutting down the stage directions from now on.

And of course, it was our biggest house in a while, and there were people seeing us for the first time and I just wish that it had been less messy, a little bit more professional.

Afterwards, Omar and I went to Dunkin Donuts for a few hours--we rehashed the show and talked about Boys.

How can someone rape someone, let alone someone that they know? How much do you have to hate yourself for that to happen? How much to you have to view her as not actually being a person? Can you rape her without that?

His hair is getting lighter. He decided that he wanted to dye his hair blonde for the role, he wanted to look pasty and white-trash, but when he dyed it it turned out canary yellow, so he put some dark colour back over it and it looked normal. However, the dark was a rinse and it's rinsing out, so it's getting kind of tawny reddish brown.

It looks seriously, hilariously horrible. He doesn't mind, but I told him that some of us have to look at him and why should we be punished?

Today's horoscope:
It's your turn to play the sheriff around these here parts. Your sense of order rules the day and litterbugs will not be tolerated. People are willing and eager to go along with your plan.

One year ago today:
Stopped in Coliseum on my way to work this morning to suck the marrow from the bones of the corpse, and got a couple of decent sucks at that. For 50% off.

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