Omar is re-writing again. You just can't stop him, he's like a crazy person! However, he is re-writing my least favourite part of the show, my big song, so re-write away, baby!

He always adds in the last thing he saw, which is a good thing and a bad thing, but he saw Gypsy the other day, so that's going in, and he is changing the song from a takeoff on Madonna's American Life into a takeoff on Milkshake, with a Janet Jackson boob flash at the end.

The song is really funny now, much more so than it was before, and I love the idea of having tea leaves on my tits and him ripping them off at the end. It will either be the highlight of the show or the most embarrassing moment of my life.

On my way to therapy, I was walking through Union Square and there was a boombox or something playing Elvis' "A Little Less Conversation", one of the most bouncy, cheerful, walking down the street kind of song ever written.

As I was walking, I realized that I was walking in rhythm to the song. And as I looked around, so was everyone around me. It was like being in a musical.

At therapy, my doctor asked me whether I thought that Omar was going to fall apart after this show like he does after every other one, and what was I going to do when he leaves me again.

I thought about it, and I think that maybe he won't. This is a comedy, not a drama, and I think that perhaps he won't fall into the slough of despond after doing a comedy. I think it might be different this time.

And maybe this time I really will flap my arms and fly to the moon.

Today's horoscope:
An overdue bill is holding up the works. Enunciate your words clearly for those hard of hearing or with literal minds. The faintest hint of mockery will alienate someone that is already wavering.

One year ago today:
We sat there for a few hours and then went home. On our way down the street he said, "We started the day together and we are ending the day together. People are going to talk!" And I thought, honey, if you don't think they are talking already, you aren't paying attention.

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