So yesterday I had to actually leave the house and do things, even with my cold and everything. I have a cold! The world should stop! But time and 11a therapy appointments wait for no man. Although they wait for me, since I was half an hour late.

This was because I had a dippy cabbie who thought I had said 28th St. rather than 20th, which is why he insisted on crossing town on 28th St., which was insanely crowded. Or it could be my fault for knowing perfectly well what he was up to, that he had mis-heard me, but not wanting to say anything because I am so shy around strangers.

I was able to fill my remaining half-hour quite well, since I had all of the Katie situation to blah blah blah about, then I went home. No wait, I went to Modell's first, since my jeans were getting worn, so I bought a new pair. Two pair, actually, since it was one pair for $14 and two pair for $19, so only an insane lunatic would buy one pair and leave it at that. I got a blue pair and a black pair. Hold me back!

I went home and puttered, talking on the phone to Omar three or four times about Tchotckes, which is no longer the title. He renamed it a title that I not only didn't care for, but since the new title was also the name of the shop in the play, it made no sense that the shop was horror-themed, so the title was re-re-changed to Hell-Hole. I like that one. Plus, that meant that I was singing that Spinal Tap song for the rest of the day.

I also told him something that I never thought I say to him. I told him to stay married to his wife for another year. He must have insurance, and I told him that he could COBRA off her insurance and stay on it for eighteen months, but his wife is already on COBRA and had been for six months, and I don't think that he could COBRA off her COBRA and get eighteen months when she only has a year left. So he should stay married to her until next October, when she goes on her new insurance, and COBRA off that.

Tracing was all gratifying when I told her that I had told the man I love to stay married to his wife for another year, acting as though whether he's married or not means something, but Cynthia and Fran were much more sensible, remarking that his marital status hasn't a thing to do with our relationship. Can't say I particularly care for that way of looking at things.

I went in and did the box office for the show, watching part two of the trilogy, One-Eyed Venus and the Brothers, part three of which is the show that I am about to start directing.

It was a good production, though I enjoyed some performances better than others. The guy playing Rufus is also playing Rufus in my version, and I was a little wary, since he's new and I was unfamiliar with his work, but he opened his mouth and said two words and I was fine. He reminds me a great deal of George, the originator of the role, in his genuine feel for the material. I went in the dressing room afterwards and told him that he hadn't lost the job.

Matt was cute as hell in Jed's role, though he thought that he wasn't good enough. I cannot believe that we have never worked together. I'd love to direct him or perform with him sometime.

Afterwards, I went to the bank to deposit my checks.

I never open my unemployment checks until I deposit them and I usually deposit two or three at the same time, so I go to the bank and I open the envelopes and I am writing out the slips, when all of a sudden I look at one of the checks and it's for $91! Argh! My unemployment ran out and they never told me!

But then I looked at the date and it was dated earlier than the other check, which was for the correct amount. So I looked at the backup, and it said that there was now an automatic 13 week extension. Yay! I'm set through January! Clearly, I should get a little temp work so that I can stretch it out to the end of my year, but hooray! Extension!

Of course, I still am a couple hundred dollars short where I expected to be because of that half-week check, am about to go to Austin and spend a packet, and might bounce a check since I spent so much money on Doll's House that I lost track of exactly how much was in my account--usually I have cushion of at least $800, but at least I don't have to get a job right away!

Also, I deposited the check from the sale of my company stock that I thought I might as well get rid of after the place went Chapter 11. I got a big $137 rather than the $3000 it was at its peak. This is why I think gambling is stupid, playing the stock market is just the same as going to Vegas and I'm never doing it again.

Today's horoscope:
Favoritism feels unnecessary in a crowd of equals. Coaches and organizers quickly see that they're working with quality material. Your sense of humor is in fine form these days.

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