Cold cold cold. After me bitching about if being hot(tish) and humid the past couple of days, now suddenly it's freezing cold again. There will be no happy medium. The only constant for weather these days is that it's weather that nobody can stand.

Those "Goodness me, it's hot, better buy some air conditioning!" commercials are to laugh this year.

The show last night was much less of a zoo than it was the night before, though it was quite busy.

Hilariously, just like Jim did the night before, I lost another audience member to the wrong show. Nikki came late and while I was waiting for the act break so that I could get her in, she was swept up in the latecomers of the other show. I came back to the lobby and the other box office person said that he thought that she went in, which made me wonder what the fuck is wrong with him that he couldn't mention it before she went in.

She left as soon as she could, apologizing profusely, and I threw her into my show. But what the hell is it with Bartenders, is it magnetic?

I talked to Omar on the phone yesterday for the first time in a week or so. We were going to go to the show together, but he decided not to go. I'm disappointed, because that means that I'm not going to see him until his show opens next week, but I wasn't completely shocked.

I sent him an email later saying:

"Sometimes I think that you think of your life as being one of those plate-spinners from the Ed Sullivan show. "Spin the wife, spin the cousin, whoops, gotta pay attention to the friendly ex, better call Kymm or she'll fall and break, argh, my parents!" And I feel a teeny bit guilty that I make your life more complicated by being in it, but not guilty enough to volunteer to leave."

He answered with a big denial and so on, which was nice, but I realized that I didn't say it for him to deny, I said it because I meant it. It occurred to me that I never say anything to him in order to get a particular response, I only say things that I mean, that don't depend on his responding a particular way.

Watched Iron Chef, which was all about salt because the challenger was a salt expert, and at one point he made rice with the salt cooked in, and everyone fell all over themselves with shock. This made me laugh, because as far as I am concerned, cooking rice with salt is the only way to cook rice!

Lenten entries missed:

Kathryn only wrote one entry during Lent, but it was a doozy, she is having a baby!!! That is just so cool, congrats, Kathryn!!

Today's horoscope:
Anything truly worth having will still be there when you're ready for it. Family matters dominate your days, reminding you of older, more basic values. Relax into your rhythm and try to enjoy it.

One year ago today:
I don't know if the USB port-shaped thing in the back of my computer is just a joke, but it doesn't seem to want to do anything useful. Perhaps it is supposed to be decorative.

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