This morning I set my alarm for 9a but ended up sleeping until 11.30a. I had a million and one things to do, but clearly the thing that I needed most was sleep.

So yesterday we rehearsed in the space without Brad, because I just don't get a full cast, not never not nohow. I was supposed to not have John as well, but he arranged to do whatever the heck that he was going to do later so I had him for a couple of hours, which was a treat.

They were much less awful that they were the night before. Still pretty awful, still don't know their cues, still real shaky on their lines, but not actually horrible. And the scene that I was dreading the most, II-2, was much better than it had any right to be.

There is the four person rule in this play--once there are four people onstage, everyone thinks it's the other person's line and they stand around silently, wondering who should be speaking. And II-2 mostly is just Fran and Valerie. They weren't acting it the way I wanted them too--it's a scene with two people speaking for the first time since a terrible betrayal twenty years before, and they were chatting as though they talk all the time, but at least they knew their lines!

I was supposed to see Omar last night, he was going to come to the show and we were going to go over the sides for an audition that he has on Tuesday, but he ended up canceling.

He worked in the morning, then he went to his adopted daughter's show, then he said that he just had to go home and be by himself. I understand his need to be alone, and I understand that when you have three jobs you need you down time, but I really wanted to see him, and I wish that he would rather see me than be alone when I would rather be with him than with anyone in the world, including myself.

Today's horoscope:
Even if you don't have far to fall, there's still a chance that you're on shaky ground these days. Call the necessary evils by their real names. Anyone that walks on you today will find the shoe on the other foot tomorrow.

One year ago today:
The monkey monologue would have been better had David fucking Watkins not thought that that was the funniest thing that he had seen since Jackass the Movie, but there was nothing to have been done about that.

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