So last night was Saturday night and the heat had broken so that it wasn't so nightmarishly hot in the theatre, and we had the smallest house ever. Eight people. Eight! The way Cynthia put it was, "They all want to be here!" which is a good point.

Actually, we started out with nine people, but one walked out. She called me today and apologized, since she had food poisoning, and frankly we're glad that she didn't puke on the stage. I could identify every single person in the audience. We might not break even.

Afterwards, Le reminded us that Saturday night houses tend to be small in the summer, since people go out of town, and not to feel bad. Which we didn't, because by golly, they all wanted to be there!

The show went well for those eight people. For once, Fran didn't almost kiss me when he's supposed to not kiss me and he didn't put the bottle down in the wrong place, so all was good.

Except for the fact that I fucking called him Phil instead of Jim like I had at tech! And it was at the most moving part of the play, too, when he tells me that he loves me and I say "Do you, Jim, do you?" Or, as I said yesterday, "Do you, Phil? Jim?"

And the reason that Fran didn't almost kiss me was because Cynthia had worked it over with him, her standing in for me, and instead of him pulling my face forward, now he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back. He apologized about maybe pulling my hair too hard, and I said first of all that he didn't, and second of all not to worry about it if he did, because I'm into it!

Please trust me when I say, if you are ever looking to buy a house and you notice that there is a Little League diamond next door, DON'T BUY IT! If I hear them play "Centerfield" over the loudspeaker one more time, I'm taking hostages.

Ha, I see that I say this every year. Practically to the day!

Today's horoscope:
An unlikely trio forms a beneficial alliance. People united by their discontent quickly find a wide range of shared preferences. Reach energetically into the future.

One year ago today:
Aren't cats supposed to be standoffish? Who are these cats that cannot live without constant contact in my constant presence?

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