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26 November This morning, Omar woke me as he was walking around Brooklyn, thinking about the show, the one that we have been working on for a year that we are doing in February. I snarled at him for twenty minutes, calling him a whiny baby every time he expressed self-doubt about whether he could play the role that he wrote for himself and that he needed a cast that he was comfortable with in order to do it and blah blah blah. I told him I understood why his wife was so hard on him, because I've only been putting up with his shit for two years, if it had been twenty years like she has, I'd probably hit him in the head with a shovel. Funny that he called me when I spent yesterday in a fury at him after he didn't react to my email about how upset I was with him for not coming to see my show, and I was tired of being constantly loving and supportive and getting nothing in return. I went to sleep thinking, "Fuck you, fuck you, I hate you," and the first thing I heard in the morning was his voice.
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