God, I have been going to bed later and later, after 3a lately, and getting up at noon or after. I don't like that, not one bit. I guess it's because I've been rehearsing late, getting home after midnight, and I'm used to sitting up for a few hours before going to bed.

Whatever the reason, I need to nip it in the bud, I don't like getting up so late, it makes a bad start to the day.

So yesterday I had therapy and she plunked me down on the couch right away. So I'll be laying on the couch rather than sitting and talking from now on, it seems. I guess to make me let go a bit and feel less as though I am having a conversation and need to be entertaining or whatever.

I didn't have much to say about Omar, my main topic of conversation (I swan, at this point she could probably write a detailed biography of Omar, not to mention his ex, easier than she could write one of me) so I told her that I needed a prompt.

"How did you feel when your father died?" So I told her the story about my father dying. And I really only noticed later that I told the story about when my father died, but I didn't really talk much about how I felt. Not that I avoided the subject entirely, sometimes what I felt was part of the story so I included it, but I really noticed that I make everything into a story.

Of course, this happened a long time ago, the story would be pretty well set by now, but still, it was interesting.

After therapy, I went to the movies. I couldn't find my Loews passes, so I went to Under the Tuscan Sun at the AMC.

I am not even remotely well enough to see this movie. I mean, it was lovely, I really enjoyed it a lot, but basically sobbed through the entire thing. I should have gone to see Matrix Revolutions. Only action films from now on! Romances and dramas are right out.

Then was rehearsal, where I blocked scene one in act 1, and scene 2 in act 2, suddenly I'm almost blocked! And that's how you go from "How the hell will this get done in time?" to "Ah, nearly done" in only a couple of days.

Today's horoscope:
Check your sources before publishing. Each time you compound your mistake, it will be that much harder to untangle. Whatever happened to the accuracy in which you always took such pride?

One year ago today:
"What is wrong with you people? How many times do I have to block the same scenes over and over again? How come not a single person in this cast can remember a piece of blocking for longer than fifteen seconds?"

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