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13 May So yesterday I started to get tense over Moon. I sort of had a mini-breakdown about it in the afternoon, about whether we would get everyone and what there is to do and what if we don't get anyone and what are we going to do and will people be judging us and waiting for us to fail and ARGH!! Then I realized that it was the first day of my period and it was 7p and I hadn't eaten anything all day. At around 10p, Philip called and accepted the role, contingent on who directs, of course. He'll be wonderful in the part, and the fact that he is so much smaller than me will really work, it's going to be great. If we can get a director. I called Gregg David and pitched him to within an inch of his life, telling him that it would be a toddle in the park because the cast is so wonderful, and he said that he would get the play and re-read it and let me know. He said that he wasn't leaning towards it and he wasn't leaning against it, that he was right in the middle. Which is good, I guess. Dead God, if he says no, what the hell am I going to do? This is the last element, all I need is a director and I cannot think of a single other person on earth who could do it.
Sometimes I think that I just want to go away somewhere else and start over. Wouldn't that be great?
Lenten entries missed: Weetabix realized that she is in fact that girl, went to San Francisco, had no reason for brevity, would do anything for good jam, was all kinds of controversial, saw Tori Amos, was naked on a table, and totally hates the Daylight Savings Time.
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