So yesterday I had therapy, and I was about twenty minutes late. I have to go both crosstown and downtown, and that just takes for-fucking-ever and I still haven't worked out the best way to get there on time. Clearly, that wasn't the way.

So I talked for half an hour, then she said that her next client had canceled, so did I want to do another half-session? I said yes, and we ended up doing another whole hour. I had a double therapy session! I called Omar afterwards and told him that I was having double therapy because he makes me just that crazy!

It was funny, because when I get there I just talk and talk and talk and talk and talk, and at one point she said, "Do you mind if I interrupt you?" and I said, "O God, you have to! I could easily talk without stopping for a whole hour, if you have anything to contribute, just jump in there!"

So last night was our opening night at last, and it was good. I was proud of them. It was a small house, but there were a few people there, and they were responsive and so on. It'll get better, but it wasn't bad to start with.

Afterwards, Omar was exhausted and he wanted to go home, so I walked him to the Port Authority and waited for the bus with him. When it was time for him to go home, when the bus got there, he clung to me. He held on so tight. The line was moving and we were shuffling along, hanging on, laughing. "Do you want to come home with me?" he asked.

I knew it was a joke, but as he always tells me that every joke has truth in it.

Today's horoscope:
It's time for an amicable parting of ways. If somebody needs an explanation of why it didn't work out, try not to get too personal. Your reputation is a resource that shouldn't be squandered in petty anger.

One year ago today:
Also, I know for a fact that these damn actors are going to come up with conflicts after I put the schedule together, or maybe I'll miss something. It's all a bunch of plate spinning, and it's only the beginning.

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