So yesterday Mom and I went to the photo reproduction place to have postcards made.

Actors postcards are, you see, small versions of their headshots, usually two on a card, with the name and phone number, and they are handy to send to people in order to remind them who you are.

The hilarious thing is that when I walked in, every single person working there recognized me! "Hi, Kymm!" they cried, as though I were Norm in Cheers. That is, let me make perfectly clear, because my Mom was in there every day for a month working on my headshots, and by golly, by the time they were through, everyone in the shop knew my face as well as their own.

I went to Roy's show again last night. Three times I was able to see him perform, three times in a month! I am very pleased, since he never performs in New York, to have been able to be there while he was releasing his albums in a flurry of activity.

It was a big group this week, because Jim was in from New Orleans, and it was a perfect opportunity for everyone to meet each other. We had dinner in the restaurant, proper dinner rather than just appitizers like Joan and I had the week before, which was quite good, then a few people left and we went in to watch the show.

It was the exact same show as last week, except that there were fewer people than last week, and they were spread out more around the room, which made for a peculiar dynamic. On the other hand, it also made it more intimate, as he spoke to various people that he knew from the stage, me included. I liked it much more than Joan did.

He did one okay song that he had planned to do last week and left off of the set on a whim, and again sang the wonderful new song, "America" that I love with all my heart.

It was a really fun evening.

Today's horoscope:
Expect a most surprising outcome to a dilemma you've been anguishing over for a while. The rub, however, is that this may not be the last outcome. Play it safe, and put all major decisions on hold for a little while.

One year ago today:
My one critique was to Omar. When he was fucking me, he practically threw me off of him! I had to concentrate in order to stay aboard, and I was thinking, "Listen, bucking bronco, I have lines to say here, give me a break!"

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