So yesterday we had rehearsal at Omar's, just the four of us without Le. Really just to run lines. I am getting no better on the lines that I still stumble over, possibly because I never look at my script when I'm out of rehearsal. I don't want to learn my lines, I want to know me lines! Perhaps the rest of my life makes sense when seen through the prism of that sentence?

But it is interesting to just sit on the sofa and say the lines, staring into each other's eyes. I am finding things in the character that way that I didn't know were there,I am finding ways of playing this part that are so much more layered, I didn't know it was possible.

I mean, I have the flashy, easy role--my character plays two things, sex and rage, and since she is an elemental, I needn't go any deeper than that, and Le loves what I am doing. But yesterday when I was suddenly playing it smiling and soft, it was a revelation. Obviously, I cannot throw out everything that I have been working on, but if I add that to what I already have, then it might be even better than I thought it would be.

You locals really should come see this one, it's gonna be a doozy. Even though Omar will not, in fact, be wearing The Good Pants.

"I have to tell you this, it's so funny, yesterday I went to the post office, and the desk clerk pegged me as Cuban!"
"What?"
"Seriously, I got up to the front and she started speaking to me in Spanish, and I looked at her, sort of confused, and she stopped and said, 'I'm sorry, I never know what language to talk in anymore! 90% of Cubans are really light, and I thought you were Cuban!'"
(rubbing his Cuban arm against mine) "It's rubbing off!"

After rehearsal, I went to Virgin.

The other day, I was weak, very weak. I should not be weak, I haven't got the money to be weak, but I was. I bought Angel Season 1 and Roger Rabbit and A Little Romance, which were $100. $108, to be exact. Do I have $108 to waste on these DVDs, no matter how much I love and want them? Nope, sure don't.

But when I got home, I found a coupon booklet that I had gotten from Virgin at Christmas that expires on 3/31. So I returned the items then re-bought them, only paying $81! Of course, I still can't afford $81, but at least I ended up with $27 more to spend on food and transportation than I had before.

When I got home, it occurred to me that I hadn't really been doing the cleaning and the throwing away this week that I had been before, though I still have been doing the washing and the folding of the clothing, so I'm not completely useless.

But yesterday I went on a tear. I filled two big black garbage bags, did another three loads of laundry, and then, get this, you won't believe it, but I hung up my clothes! Seriously! I cleared a path to the closet (see filling of black garbage bags, above) and took all of the clean clothing that needed to go onto hangers and into the closet, and then I put them there!

It was awesome. You may think that I am joking, but really, I'm not. I haven't put a single item in my closet for the past four years or so, so perhaps there needs to be that big of a gap in order to make hanging up clothing such an exciting occurrence, but it was.

I know that I'm going to run out of room, as I am washing every single item of clothing that I have and I still have a good deal left to do, but I will hoe that road when the grass grows. God, I sure do have a lot of clothes. Some of which I have neither seen nor worn in years!

Next step, putting things in drawers!

By the way, for you fans of my awards show recaps, and I am discovering that there are a lot more of you than I thought, I decided to put together a page gathering them all together.

And here it is! I sure was cryptic when I started writing them, ain't?

Today's horoscope:
You're developing a taste for spontaneity and uncertainty. Someone from your past has a few remarks about this big difference. Don't speculate on where you're going. At this point, it will only stall or derail you.

One year ago today:
It was one of those conversations where you go, "Hey, what's the time?" "11.40p." (five minutes later) "Hey, what's the time?" "A quarter to two." "Holy shit!"

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