So, the show is over. The show is over and I am sad.

Closing was last night, and we had a good house. I think we came within a whisker of breaking even, thank goodness, maybe we even made it, but I'm not certain. Barry was sitting in the seat where Evil Rob sat the other day, and my God, Barry could give lessons on how to sit really near the actors on stage! He was attentive and still and focussed, it was great.

On the other hand, an older actress in the company came and slept through the entire thing. While sitting in the front row of the side nearest us. It was hilarious. Her husband, who is about a hundred and twenty years old and deaf as a post was the one that I expected to snooze his way through the show, as he has done through other shows in the past, but he was alert and riveted!

The wife, on the other hand, sat down and five minutes into Act I was out like a light. And they were sitting right by the air conditioner, so it couldn't have been the heat!

As the show went on, every time we passed a section, I would think "I can forget those lines now. Okay, I can forget Act II." I am so sorry that it is over, though I am exhausted and desperately need a rest, I could still do it forever. It never went completely well, I never had a clean show, I wish that I had been able to have one.

I want to meet someone else who has done this role. It's like I've said when a parent dies it's like you join a club and no-one who has not lost a parent could possibly understand what it's like. Well, playing Josie in Moon For the Misbegotten is like that--no-one who hasn't done it could possibly know what it's like.

I was really disappointed that so many of my friends missed the show. I am not upset with any of them, they all had really good reasons, and it was a short run, but it still was very disappointing that Tracing was my only non-company member friend who was able to come.

And then after the show last night this vaguely familiar looking guy was trying to catch my eye, and finally he got my attention and said, "You may not recognize me because I shaved my beard, but it's me, Shmuel!" "Wow, really? Why aren't you in Michigan?" "You haven't been reading my journal, have you?" Um, not so much, but it turns out that he was on his way from Michigan to Boston, and stopped off to see my show. It meant the world to me, I really appreciated his doing that.

After the show there was strike and filling the car with stuff to bring home and getting annoyed at people's passive-aggressive horseshit, then going to the bar and listening to everybody's excuses about why they couldn't see the show and blah blah blah.

Dustye was there, whom I hadn't seen in ages, and he said that he had just been thinking about me. Really? Why? Apparently, he had just been doing a show where he took his shirt off, and years and years ago I had told him that he was a much more interesting actor with his shirt off!

I don't remember saying that, but it does sound like me.

"If love was easy, there'd be almost no music. Very little country music!" I wrote that quote and immediately forgot who said it. But it's a good one!

Today's horoscope:
Introduce people from different contexts and change the course of history. A new set of rules are in effect with each new combination of players. Every relationship comes with its own family tree.

One year ago today:
But the character was indeed much softer than Stellan Skarsgård's version, he shot a dead dog rather than a living one, and he neither sexually assaulted anyone nor rejected any kittens. He wasn't playing a man so lost and empty inside.

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