I forgot to say yesterday about the new mailing list!

I keep getting all of these complaints about Topica, about people not getting notifies and so on, so I finally decided to see whether my provider provides mailing list capability, and it totally does! Of course, what it provides are two-way lists not one-way, which meant that I had to do all sorts of weird things to it to make it that no-one can post. But I did it!

And if anyone wants to join the new list, it's here.

So this weekend is all about doing all the things that we need to do with this show besides rehearse, like costumes and fights and dances!

We started yesterday with costumes, meeting at Bev's house with all of the stuff that we had to offer. I had yelled at all the actors, "Don't forget your clothes! All of them! I want to see those costumes, dammit!" and ended up forgetting what I had to bring, which was Peter's top hat that Bev needs to fix the rim of. Whoops!

Then we had rehearsal in the theatre for the first time, which was great, because we were able to fix up blocking and timing and so on, and then Matt came in to choreograph the slap that we decided to put into Act III. It's gonna be good, it's gonna look good.

So when the actors came in for the show, the cute 25-year-old said, "Hey, what happened to you last night!" So he had decided not to go to the bar because I had disappeared, because I told Tony where I was going but not him, so my mistake right there was not telling the important person where I was going.

Well, last night after the show there was a party at the house of one of the actors. Now you know me, parties are not my bag, but I was going to spend the evening with the cute 25-year-old come hell or high water, and when he reluctantly decided to go, you couldn't have stopped me from going with a gun to my head.

And naturally, I was miserable. It wasn't a bad party, but I hate parties! And I didn't have any close friends there and I didn't really have anyone to talk to except for the cute 25-year-old, who didn't want to be there and was in an uncommunicative mood. Not that he didn't talk to me, he talked to me more than he talked to anyone else, but it's not like we were talking like we were the other night.

After about an hour, he said goodnight and walked out, and I thought that I had no reason to stay any longer, so I walked out after him, and he was still waiting for the elevator, so we walked to the subway and we took the subway and I got off at Times Square and I thought, you know what? I don't need to get caught up in this wondering whether this 25-year-old, cute or no, wants to fuck me or not.

I have let it go.

So last night Baldrick was scrabbling at the window over the fridge because the dog was outside, and then suddenly the dog was screaming and the cat was gone.

I looked out the window and the screen was down, so I opened the door and Baldrick came back in with his tail all puffy, and I looked at the dog, cringing back around the side of the house, trembling.

I couldn't find any giant wounds on her, but what must have happened was that either the dog or the cat knocked the screen down, and then Baldrick just launched himself out, landed on the dog, got a couple of good licks in, and ran back inside.

That's my boy!

My fingertip is still numb.

Today's horoscope:
You're in an ideal position to learn more. Trust your senses as well as your intellect. Commitments made now are easy to keep, especially when they're promises to yourself.

One year ago today:
"Why did Biopharm buy 72 boxes of markers?"
"Because they need to mark a great many things!"
"72 boxes of markers will last them to the end of next century."
"Do not doubt Biopharm's marking needs!"

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