So yesterday I saw In America at SAG, which was agonizing, absolutely agonizing.

It was wonderful, glorious, I couldn't recommend it any higher, but I was weeping hysterically the entire movie. And I wasn't the only one, the entire group of hard-bitten actor-types were sobbing like babies, all you could hear was sniffing and gasping. Honestly, sobbing!

And it really isn't that sad a movie, there's a lot that is extremely funny in it, but it's just so honest and so real and you grew to love the characters so intimately that when things would happen you would weep as though they were happening to ourselves.

If you look at the bald plot, you can see how any other filmmaker would have made an ordinary picture out of these elements--it could have been so cheesy, so Lifetime Movie, but Jim Sheridan made a real story about real people and it was like an arrow to the heart. I was holding my stomach as I watched it, afraid that I would burst open from all of that feeling.

I think that Samantha Morton is the greatest actress of her generation. Name me one who has her depth, who portrays that much reality and yet is under twenty. Not to mention the projects that she chooses, can you get farther apart than this and Minority Report? I mean, she is lucky enough to be able to pick and choose a bit, but not everyone has the best taste, and she seems to be able to lazer in on high quality scripts that she makes the most of.

I called Omar when I got home, then he called me back and we talked for two hours. Two hours! At one point, both of our phones were getting low so we both plugged ourselves into the walls and we kept losing the connection, until I called him from my landline.

Then when we lost connection, and when I called back I only got his voicemail, I figured out that his cell phone must have gone dead dead dead, so I left a message saying how much I had enjoyed talking to him and how much I missed him. Fifteen minutes later, his phone charged up enough and he called me back because we hadn't had a chance to say goodnight properly, which I thought was very sweet.

We talked for another fifteen minutes. God, I miss him so much, I missed this so much. We are going to go to the movies together, there's something he wants to see and he specifically wants to see it with me. I don't care what it is, I just want to see him.

Today's horoscope:
Spiritual people consider a retreat this weekend. Social types seek out members of their tribe. Virgo makes progress toward some larger goal, whatever it might be. Look forward to some enriching times.

One year ago today:
At one point, though we all started riffing and I realized how odd it would sound to an outsider. We have so many inside jokes in this show, and they pretty much all are penis-related. All roads lead to Omar's cock.

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