Happy Journalversary to me!

Seven years I've been doing this. Seven years of my life I have been sitting down every single day and writing about my life. Okay, for like five years I sat down every single day, these days I'm sitting down and writing about every single day, but really kind of only a few times a week.

Right now this very little minute, I am celebrating my journalversary by being seven entries behind.

What would I do without you people? What would I do without this journal? My life would be so different, I wouldn't have half of the friends that I have, let alone the release, the feeling of being connected and in the world, the record of my life, and, let's be honest, the incredible ego boost.

You've witnessed my ups and downs, my wild crushes on men who couldn't care less, my father dying, the shows I've done, everything. You know more about my life than anyone.

Spent yesterday watching TV, rewatching The It Factor, then the exceedingly peculiar "Girl Who Was Death" episode of The Prisoner, until I had to leave the house and rehearse. Man, they sure dragged out the last few episodes of Iron Chef, didn't they? I was beginning to think that they would never manage to crown that King of Iron Chefs, that there would always be one more battle.

Anyway, it was the next to last rehearsal before we open on Wednesday, and Elysabeth was going up on her lines about every other line at times, stuff that she knew perfectly well on Saturday. On the other hand, when she wasn't going up her entire performance had deepened a notch or two, and she had never been better.

Everyone was connecting and being so solid that I couldn't be annoyed about the dropped lines. Especially since she was so annoyed at herself that I didn't need to be.

Omar is the most emotionally exhausting person that I have ever been emotionally attached to. I swear, everything revolves around his instability. I realize that I am no skip through the daisy fields of sanity myself, but at least I am not the vortex, sucking everyone around me down into the black hole with me.

Lenten entries missed:

Elizabeth blessed us with two entries over the course of Lent, one about her grandfather's heart attack, and the other about her half-written entries. Grandpa's still looking good, thank God!

Today's horoscope:
You're entitled to whatever you find, but others may not agree. Volunteer only the necessary information. Chattier times will be here soon enough.

One year ago today:
I can just imagine kids watching and thinking, "Why are they playing the national anthem? Is it some kind of 9/11 tribute?"

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