Slept until noon today. I have a zillion things to do this weekend again, but what I really needed more than anything was not setting the alarm and not rushing around this morning like a crazy person, trying to finish months worth of tasks in eight hours.

Yesterday I meant to get up early, but instead of hitting snooze or resetting my alarm when it went off, I shut it off instead.

I didn't really sleep, just kind of dozed, wondering when the alarm would ring, finally looking at it and realizing what had happened. Fortunately, it was only oversleeping when you consider what I wanted to get up, not when I had to get up to be at work on time, and I still managed to go to both libraries and return all my books.

On my way to the second library, I stopped for breakfast at the Times Square McDonald's, the big one on 42nd St, and I met a Martian.

It's the only explanation, really. I mean, he looked human and he sounded American (otherwise I would have just thought that he was a foreign tourist), but he had to be a Martian.

I was waiting for my food and so was he, when he pointed towards the stairs and said:

"What do they have upstairs?
"Seating."
"CDs?"
"No, seat-ing."
(pondering) "Seeding..."
"You know, chairs and tables and things."
(as though outlining an unheard-of concept) "So it's for if ever anyone wants to stay."
"That's right."

Now you tell me, who doesn't know that they have places to eat in at McDonald's? Who would first assume that there were cds upstairs rather than tables? Who would ask such questions and be surprised by the answers? A Martian, that's who. So if you hear anything about outer space attacks in the Times Square area, know that they were performing reconnaissance at the McDonald's on 42nd St. on 10th December 2004.

On the other hand, maybe the Martian was just hungry.

God it was dark and cold and rainy all day. I hate that, and it certainly doesn't help your audience when you have a show, but when it's closing night, they usually show up anyway, even if they are made of sugar and likely to melt.

Yes, it was a big house at last, a ton of people, including Le, and both shows went really well.

We got some weird laughs in Long Christmas Dinner; they chuckled every time I came on with a baby. I was waiting to see what they would do when I came on with the dead baby, and they laughed until they realized, then shut those laughs off like shutting a door. It was very funny.

Lullaby was a little fumble-mouthed on my part, but that's just quibbling, because the show went great. It's just one of those shows and one of those productions that you always know works and you always know is great. Not in a show-offy way, but just in the knowledge that it is so solid that you don't have to worry about it.

Pam got stuck on a set and called Sean to run lights for her, which I went over with him before the show. He didn't make the mistakes that Pam makes, he made all knew fresh and exciting mistakes! Actually, little ones that didn't matter, like having the phone up so loud that we had to yell over the rings, but I figured that I'm an old lady and a bit deaf.

Also, he took the lights down too fast at the end, but that worked fine, and why neither of them would ever turn the lights to black between the ghost and lights up I'll never know. But all in all, it was just fine and thank goodness he was there and not completely stupid.

Le loved it, by the way. He came running into the dressing room to tell us how much he loved it, and he never does that. He really was thrilled, so thrilled that he says that he never wants to see it again, because it has now been done.

Remember, if anyone who wants a Xmas card from me this year had best send me their address, because remember? No computer means no Xmas card list!

Today's horoscope:
Something that's kept you wondering for a long time is about to come to a quick close. You may be a bit too stunned to speak, thanks to a family member's eleventh-hour aid, but try. Start with 'Thanks.'

One year ago today:
It was just so ghetto. Really dingy and cheap and tacky, with the signs about no outside food and to watch for pickpockets and dropped tickets and crap all over the floor, and with more prostitutes than you generally find in such a place. It was less a cafe atmosphere and more a sweatshop.

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