I'm so tired. I went to sleep after 4.30a and woke up before 10a. I tried to sleep more, but it just wasn't happening. I had this weird dream that we were about to open in Moon when suddenly we remembered that there was another act between Acts III and IV, Act IIIa I suppose, that we hadn't rehearsed yet!

An interesting spin on the Actor's Nightmare.

It's suddenly hot! And by hot, I mean hot!

It has been the coldest, rainiest spring that I remember--just on Sunday it was pouring rain and I was wearing a sweatshirt and jacket, and here it is only two days later and I'm wondering what the hell I was complaining about. It was 90 yesterday°. It's summer now.

So yesterday, in all that bloody heat, we had our first rehearsal and the build in the space.

Before that, though, I had to run my last errands before the show, especially getting my stockings. Cynthia wanted me to get seamed silk stockings, but I knew that that was wrong, what I needed was black wool stockings that look as though I could have knitted them myself. Cynthia said that if I got those, they had to be seamed as well. Sheesh.

I looked up all of the official Capezio suppliers in the city, and found one that is on 42nd St, that I walk by every single day, so I went in and they had the seamed stockings for $36, that I had no intention of spending, but they also had the seamed black stockings! They needed garters, but they suggested that I just make them myself out of wide elastic. And I was done! I had come into the city wildly early so that I would have time to wander all over town looking for my stockings, so then I had all this time to kill.

O, I forgot! Right before I left the house I got an email from my friend Joan telling me that Randy would be playing at a new auditorium at Carnegie Hall in September and the tickets had just gone on sale minutes before.

So I called and called and called and redialed and redialed and redialed, and finally was on hold and hold and hold and hold, and held all through my stocking purchase, and finally when I was done and walking down the street, they answered and I got seats third row centre! So between the stockings and the tickets, it was a great day right from the start.

At the theatre, dear Matt and his shaved head came and built our steps, upon which a huge amount of the show takes place, and we all tried to figure out our blocking in the space, translating it from how we did it in the living room.

The Beckmann is a peculiar space, you see, not in the round, not three quarter, but the audience on two sides, facing each other, with the playing space in the middle. It's somewhat difficult to block for and perform in, but I quite like it.

Then Le came in to watch the rehearsal. And it wasn't bad! Hot as hell, Fran sweated right through my dress during Act III when he's leaning up against me, but all in all, it wasn't bad. I saved the show four times, four! John went up once, Philip once and Fran twice, and I came up with the next line and re-wrote it as necessary, and the show went on. I was so proud, since only two days before I didn't know my lines well enough to have done it.

Of course, I shouldn't walk around with my nose too high in the air, since I also called Fran by Philip's character name three times, something that I have never done before, though there's a place where I often refer to him as Mike (my brother's name). I guess it's because the three men are named Jim, Phil and Mike, all monosyllabic names with "i"s in them.

Let's all fucking hope that I manage not to do so during the run!

When I got home, I watched more Match Game, and there was one question that about drove me crazy. I don't quite remember the wording, but it was something about Captain Ahab chasing a giant thing with feathers, Moby Blank.

Now, what is that? What is that Blank? It's Moby Duck, isn't it? Well, isn't it? And what did they all say, the contestant and the stars and everyone? Moby Bird! And Moby Chicken! And even Gene did not say a word about Moby Duck, as he often does.

I walked around furious for ages, before realizing that it was twenty-nine years ago, and there wasn't a great deal of point in getting all worked up about it.

Today's horoscope:
Under these Stars, Virgo is a pleasing mix of traditional and experimental. Improvisation draws from a rich backstory instead of just empty air. If you surprise yourself, that's a good day's work.

One year ago today:
"Melissa will never forgive me ever ever ever if I vomit all over her guest room/bathroom/hallway!" I thought, but I didn't really see how I could avoid it.

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