So last night was closing night! No more cakes!

The show went really well, the best ever, which was nice, since Le was there, as well as Philip and Kirsten, and it's always nice when the playwright and the artistic staff see a good performance. The cast were really jelling together, being spontaneous, especially Charlotte and John. The whole thing was really a joy.

Omar didn't come, but I didn't expect him. Maybe always means no. I wish he's just say no and not pussy out with a maybe.

Afterwards we had strike, a big one because we won't be in the theatre until the end of January. We cleaned that place within an inch of its life, and the whole thing only took half an hour, since everyone stayed and helped.

Afterwards, I went to the bar and my nice cast, spearheaded by Liz, had gotten me a $35 gift certificate to L'Occitane and a bee soap. Love them bee soaps! I am very pleased. I counted it up, though, and realized that eight actors do not go into $35! Who didn't contribute? Then I thought that the last $5 probably went towards the bee soap.

I was thinking that Omar and I would do this and that, and maybe we could get together for part of Thanksgiving or something, and then I stopped cold and realized that I couldn't do any of those things. That I realized that I had said that I would take a step back. And that I'm going to actually have to do that.

Seriously, I have to do that! I have to step back! I am horrified at the thought of actually doing that. Do I really have to do that? If it's what he needs, it's what I have to do, but I have a feeling that it will be the hardest thing that I will ever have to do in my life.

Today's horoscope:
You're jealous of neighbors or strangers. Their bounty isn't really your lack, but they do seem to be having a lot more fun. Staring out the window only prolongs the time that you have to spend inside.

One year ago today:
And Omar's parents, who do not speak English, were there. I asked Omar how he liked jacking off in front of his mother?

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