So yesterday was a day off. Not really, as I had rehearsal, but it was a day off from the theatre and I spent the day happily puttering around the house. I did not go see Veronica Guerin at SAG, since I had heard that it sucked and I'm a little gun-shy after the extreme suckiness that was Wonderland.

Rehearsal. Then there was rehearsal.

We are at the point of rehearsal where it doesn't seem possible that it's going to happen. We have no costumes and no props and we aren't blocked and they don't know their lines and how can it possibly come together in two weeks? But somehow, it always does. But right about now is the bit where it seems really unlikely.

I got a poem from Omar. It's always a good sign when he sends me poetry, even though it is the saddest goddamn thing that he's ever written.

Hopefully, he'll come out of the pit soon.

Today's horoscope:
Don't leave anything to chance. Change the tune while you're still conducting the orchestra. Unknown forces are scheduled to arrive late in the day and who knows what they'll bring with them?

One year ago today:
Dear Christ, we open in nine days and I have so much to do, I have to call Material for the Arts, I have to design my sound, I have so much to do. It's starting to occur to me that I might not be able to do it.

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