So last night Omar and I went to see the show at the theatre and we left saying, "I have never had such bad theatre manners in my life!"

O it was awful, we both got the giggles and every time one of us would stop, the other would make us start again. Fortunately we were far enough back that the actors couldn't possibly see us, and we weren't actually vocal (there was a group behind us that was openly jeering, so at least we weren't that bad), but dear God, we were appalling and there wasn't a thing that we could do about it.

After the show we got some dinner, then went back to the apartment and worked on Tchotchkes together. This was the first time that we have read it aloud together, and so much of it made me really laugh. God, it's gonna be so good, I really love it.

He was so funny, because he has been reading it aloud himself all this time and has very definite ideas about how my character should sound, and he started out by asking, "Um, have you thought about how shoe might sound?" as though I don't read things out loud myself and have some very definite ideas myself.

Fortunately, our very definite ideas were pretty much one and the same, so that was alright.

One thing he cannot do at all is punctuate. He's terrible with commas, but more than anything he sucks at apostrophes, so I sat down and gave him a lesson regarding possessives and abbreviations, since there is nothing in the world that makes me crazier than a misplaced apostrophe, let me tell you.

Monty's face lump is so huge, it has gotten so big that he can no longer open his eye on that side. I am calling him The Elephant Kitty. And I'm going to have to take him to the damn vet.

I don't want to, not because it's going to cost ten million dollars, which it will, but because he is 18 years old and I don't want to traumatize him, but what if it's his teeth, which are rotting of course because I am a terrible cat mother, or what if it's a gigantic cancerous lump? I have to do something.

And of course I really cannot deal with this, not so soon after my Elvis died. I looked and Monty and said, "I thought we discussed this. I thought we agreed no sickness, no death for at least two years. You are not holding up your end of the bargain!"

Lenten entries missed:

Leia saw Coriolanus, won third prize at an Oscar party, took a trip, and gave a group presentation.

Today's horoscope:
A new way of doing things is a massive improvement on the old one. Unlock your secret and leave the key in an easily accessible place. You deserve to celebrate something that you might otherwise take in stride.

One year ago today:
I looked around thinking that everyone should have journals, dammit, as I can no longer remember how to keep in touch with people any other way.

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