So there's this show that Le wrote for Cynthia and me called The Women at the End of the Road that I have been hearing about for two years, but had never read, and didn't even know much about, except for the fact that it's really far out. He always said that the only plays that come close to this new one are Boys in the Back Room and my signature piece, You Can Look But You'd Better Not Touch.

Well, yesterday Cynthia emailed it to me. And I fell in love. Madly, passionately in love. It is the only script of Le's that has ever come anywhere near You Can Look in all these years, it just took the top of my head off. And I wanted to do it with Omar.

It's about this man who is at the end of the road, the end of his life, and these three women, sirens I suppose, who help him decide how to pass on. That is an extremely simplistic way of describing the plot, especially since it doesn't describe how intensely sexual the play is, but it will do.

Le had actually offered the role to another actor, but he is in a different show and it looked like he wouldn't be able to do both, but Le wasn't going to offer it to Omar, because Omar had decided to be on break from the company until we do Moon in June. I did not accept this, however, and sent the script to Omar.

Omar told me afterwards that he was just humouring me when I was telling him about the show and that he should do it with us, but before he was halfway through reading it, he called me and said, "I have to do this role!" So he emailed Le, and Cynthia talked to him as well, and because of this other guy suddenly not being able to be in both this show and the one that he is already in, it all turned out exactly as it should.

Omar has been desperate to act with both me and Cynthia, he wants the three of us to be together so much, and he kept trying to make it happen and it just wasn't, and this is because this is the perfect script for us to do, this is the one that we were waiting for, even though we didn't know that it existed.

And there is frankly nothing nicer than having a play written directly for your rhythms, this role is ideal for me. And we're doing it in three weeks. Lord, I cannot wait. And since I lost my job, I can do day rehearsals, which I need to for this show! Everything turns out for the best, it really does.

I'm so cold. It's so cold in my apartment. I'm sick of being cold all the time and bundling up even inside and my space heater not working for longer than five minutes at a time and feeling all the colder afterwards. I frankly miss Omar's kiln.

It's supposed to be almost 60° on Sunday. Is it even possible? Sounds like a dream come true.

Today's horoscope:
It could be a long day. After all of this intake, your boss or client expects some serious output. Postpone tonight's social plans and order takeout for dinner. You'll meet this deadline yet.

One year ago today:
It's really super-linear, doing exactly what the poem describes--she says "And the mailers are all lined up on the bed, bloody in the glow of the bar sign next door," and there's the camera, showing the mailers all lined up on the bed, bloody in the glow of the bar sign next door. Yup, there they are.

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