Well, yesterday being my first day off from the show, did I get to sleep late? Sure didn't, because I had a therapy appointment at 11a!

Or rather, at 1p, but I showed up at 11a. You see, I go twice a week, Mondays at 1p and Thursdays at 11a, but since this week is Thanksgiving, my Thursday appointment was switched to noon today, so as far as I'm concerned, that's my 1p appointment so that meant that yesterday was at 11a!

Well, it made sense to me at the time.

Anyway, she came out and said that she had a space at noon and could switch me to then, and I hadn't had breakfast, so I went to McDonald's and had lunch and read Entertainment Weekly and cried. There was an article about the saddest movies, and just reading the descriptions of the scenes made me weep. Clearly, that wasn't all I was crying about, though.

But that did mean that when I had my appointment, I didn't cry in front of my therapist. She asked me once, as I started crying and stopped myself, whether I didn't want to cry in front of her, and I don't remember what I said, but no, I don't really want to cry as someone sits in a chair and watches me.

Afterwards, I went to the theatre and returned the rental log.

This meant that I had to go to the place, get the handtruck, go to the theatre, then take the log back. Meaning that, including the fact that I had to switch logs after tech, I went back and forth to that damn place twelve times. And since it's two and a half avenue blocks, that adds up to seven regular blocks, which makes 84 blocks. Also known as over four miles. It's the Log Rental Exercise Programme!

And why was I unhappy and crying before therapy?

Well, when I woke up in the morning, I realized that I was very upset with Omar that he didn't come see my show. I mean, I understand his current mental fragility and his need for extreme selfishness at this time for survival sake--I mean I really do get it. But I'm still hurt. And I wanted to tell him that.

So I wrote him an email. I told him that even though I understand, I don't see how everything comes before supporting someone that he loves and cares about, and that I couldn't keep pouring complete love and support into a void forever.

We'll see how he reacts. I'll bet he won't.

Today's horoscope:
Virgo may not stop until he or she is ready to fall apart. Why drive yourself like this when you're supposed to be the sign of health? Greatness is easier to sustain with balance and moderation.

One year ago today:
"I wouldn't cast Groucho Marx in the role of Val."

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