I canceled therapy again yesterday, there just wasn't the time, I had too much to do still and I was too exhausted.

I had a hundred things left to do, all of which were on a list that I had made the night before and carefully left at the theatre, but when I got there I looked at the list and found that I had remembered all of it. I am amazed that I had the brain cells to remember all that, but somehow I managed it.

Jon and Kirsten saw rehearsal, and it was 100 times better than the night before again, but that does not mean that it was actually good, it still pretty much sucked and had 500 long deadly pauses and so on. They dropped five pages in the picture scene, and then two pages in II-2, so it seemed much shorter!

Kirsten told me to have the names written on the goddamn pictures, and I finally agreed. I didn't want her squinting at the damn names, I wanted Charlotte to be looking at the pictures, but she really does know them, she just needs the life preserver. She's lucky that we aren't using clear sheets of lucite like they did in the past.

Also, the log is too short. What I had was a log down on the ground like a bench, but unfortunately Fran is completely invisible when he sits on it, so I'm going to have to trade logs and get something more along the lines of a stump instead.

Afterwards, I went home and decided to bake today's cake early so I wouldn't have to spend today waiting for it to cool enough to frost, but found that I cannot bake cakes after midnight, because, you know what? You leave out the baking powder and you end up with two light yellow discuses.

I'll make another this morning. Sigh.

Today's horoscope:
You have special compassion for an old pal going through a rough time. The usual know-it-alls buckle under the weight of your new information. Live easily with sudden fame.

One year ago today:
"Listen to the lyrics, it's about a guy who knocks up girls and abandons them, it's Valentine's song for when he's on his way to Two River County."

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