So yesterday was our first day in the space, with props, costumes, food and the rental log.

It was also the first day when the actors couldn't call for line. They got through it, though that's about the best you could say of it. I told them afterwards that if they took out the ten minutes of pauses and put back all of the dropped lines, the show would probably end up being the same length as it was last night.

The funniest part was when John came out in his suit in II-2, it wasn't a suit, it was a pair of light trousers and a navy blazer. During notes, I ask him what the fuck he though he was doing, going boating? He was supposed to be wearing a suit! "But that is a suit! It really is!! I bought it together! It was on the suit rack!"

Every time he would protest, the cast would laugh harder and harder, as I tried to explain to him that an acceptable suit for a funeral had to be all one colour.

The artistic staff comes in tonight. God help us.

Today's horoscope:
Virgo is the ideal keeper of the master plan. The stars give you a certain license to show off. There's no need to consult a menu or catalogue when you know the whole thing by heart.

One year ago today:
He looked at me from under his eyelashes, "You didn't like it, huh?" "Don't give me that look, it doesn't work when I'm mad at you."

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