On Sunday we had Bonnie's birthday party at last. We still don't have birthday parties with children, just family parties, but the kids think of them as a special treat. So the guests were everyone who already lives in the house, plus Jon Daddy and Omar, and we had pizza and cake. What better party could there have been?

The fact that Omar was there was enough of a treat for Bonnie, she didn't need anything else, she thinks that he is the sun and the moon. After he got there, she ran up to me with her face all wreathed in smiles, "Kymmie, I'm so happy!!"

She also said, "Kymmie, when we watch SqueezeBox Charlie, I get to sit next to Omar!" to which I answered, "Don't start with me, kid, you'll lose." Don't care if it is her birthday or that she's only 5 years old, there are certain things too important to give way on.

So we had our pizza and cake and opened presents, and then we all watched the Lost Episode of SpongeBob SquarePants. That's a big joke between all of us, because when we were in Lancaster, Omar asked the girls whether they liked the show SqueezeBox Charlie. "You mean SpongeBob SquarePants?" and it's been SqueezeBox Charlie ever since, but he'd never seen the show. Neither had I for that matter.

I thought it was reasonably funny, but I don't see what the great fuss is about it. And since it was all about SpongeBob trying to fly, I kept saying, "But why can't he just swim, he's under the sea! Why is there a grain silo in the ocean? What is going on?" I was then accused of having no imagination.

After it was over, the kids went to bed and Omar and Cynthia and I ran our lines for rehearsal on Tuesday. Omar is word perfect, but us girls are still paraphrasing up the wazoo. I have several lines that are close to being the same but are not quite and I keep mixing them up.

Then, after that, Fran came back and we all sat together talking about whether to turn on the Oscars or not. Now I always fetishistically watch them from the very beginning, thinking that picking up in the middle spoils everything, Fran couldn't care less, and Cynthia usually couldn't care less, but this year did because of The Pianist. Omar is a movie buff and likes them and watches them, but doesn't centre his world around them as I do.

We ended up turning them on and I watched the second two hours before the first for the first time in my life. I'm glad we watched them together, because of all of the shocks and surprises, it is more fun when it is several people shrieking "Holy fuck!" when Adrian Brody wins than when it's just you.

I spent the evening with my head in Omar's lap, and when the show was over and I got up, I had sex hair. You know, when you have long hair and it's even a little curly and you have sex it gets all matted and snarled at the back from rubbing against the pillow. Well, whenever I lay down with my head in Omar's lap for longer than an hour, that's what happens to me because I keep turning my head.

Personally, I think it's hilarious. I may not get to have sex, but I have the sex hair anyway!

So anyway, that whole thing about him distancing himself from me, I think that's either over or I read it wrong. I was right when I said that I was being hormonal, and I think I've calmed down a little and no longer think that if he spends five seconds not holding my hand that it means that he wants me out of his life.

So yesterday I had a day off, no rehearsal, no reason to go into the city, but I went anyway.

They were hiring waitstaff at Isabella's, an uptown restaurant that Sharon used to work at, which I thought was a good sign, so I went. I hate applying for jobs, I get so scared I just want to walk on by, but I walked in and I filled out the application. And everyone else was in their 20's and had much more recent experience than I did.

I am not going to get called, I know that I won't, not a chance. It's fucking hard to get a restaurant job when you are in your 30's, things are really different then, but you know what? I don't really mind. I applied for the job and I didn't die, and the next time won't be quite as scary.

Today's horoscope:
Enjoy life in the fullest sense. You're in love with your work, or with someone who has become your personal project. For a mind wandering along romantic lanes, yours is well-focused.

One year ago today:
Kirsten Dunst and Tobey McGuire are presenting together. I hear they just broke up, that must have been a pretty uncomfortable few minutes, standing backstage waiting to go on. "So, how've you been?" "Pretty good, you know, since you sucked out my soul!"

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