My fingertip is still numb. I was hoping that it would go away overnight, and I think it might be a little better, but on the other hand, it might just as easily be my imagination.

I was hanging out with Matt in the lobby during that show last night, and he said that it meant that I was slowly dying, starting with the right index fingertip. It's the Finger of Doom.

So yesterday we were having the last rehearsal at Omar's apartment, and he called me when I was on my way, fifteen minutes before rehearsal was to start, and said that his ex didn't have rehearsal after all and would be in the apartment, but (as I am screaming in the middle of the street) the message continued to say that we could rehearse anyway.

We were stuck in the bedroom rather than the living room, but it was just he and I and Kelly, so though it was difficult to block in a smaller space, I managed to block Act III in three hours, and run over the blocking for Act I, which Omar had forgotten, of course.

Someday, I'll write down my own blocking when I direct, because I detest blocking the same scenes twice.

So last night, since I had canceled part two of my rehearsal, I hung around the theatre to go out afterwards with the cute 25-year-old. Excuse me, I mean that I was going to go out with the cast, and if the cute 25-year-old happened to come along...

So I hung around casually for a really long time until it almost wasn't casual anymore, then he and Tony and a couple of the other boys came out, and we went down the street and the cute 25-year-old mentioned that he was going to the bar, though the others were going other places, so I peeled off to drop off the box office with Philip, mentioning it to Tony, though not to anyone else, then I went to the bar and there were plenty of my friends there, but the cute 25-year-old was not there. Damn!

Then I thought, man, the last thing I need right now with my emotional life in such a shambles is to get chase after a 25-year-old, no matter how cute.

Today's horoscope:
You've been working so hard lately. Why not do something just for fun? Discretionary budgets were made for moments like this. Trust your partner to lead the way into the carnival.

One year ago today:
I think that might have been for me, because if my Mom started telling me how much she dug the hot bondage action, I might have had to throw myself out the window.

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