So last night was the Last Rehearsal, we open tonight at last.

I think we're about ready to open, I know that we're ready for an audience. It was good last night. Of course, I gave them a hard time during notes, because that's what I do.

Laura came in to help with the hair, and she sat in during my notes and just about died laughing as I yelled at Peter, "Put your dick in Kelly's ass!" and when I called out, "This note is for Fuckhead. Who might I have called Fuckhead?" and Omar said, "Goodness me, this certainly is a nice air conditioner..."

I've never directed Laura, and I always forget what it's like when people hear me give notes for the first time.

Today's horoscope:
Misplaced loyalty invites misunderstanding. Everyone deserves their fair chance, but then it's time to move on. Coworkers need to remember that they're on the same side for as long as the project lasts.

One year ago today:
So if anyone in Israel or Pakistan reads this and saw a pink-haired woman on TV talking about the prophet Mohammed, Jerry Falwell and CBS, that was me!

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