(The Mighty Kymm--you'll not see nothing like!)


11 February

Got up at 1.30p again today, and it's not as though I went to sleep at 5a like I did the night before. What is up with my sleeping habits these days?

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So yesterday we blocked the rest of Omar's and my sections, and Lee came in and we blocked her scene.

It's so funny, neither Omar nor I noticed this happened in the writing, but there is this section where first I flirt with Lee, then Omar and I have a heterosexual moment together, then he runs out to meet a guy. This is maybe a three minute section, and it's such a whiplash of different sexuality it's hilarious!

Of course, one of the points of this show is that our characters cannot be categorized, that we aren't only one thing, so that's perfect. I mean, you'd think that we are gay and we only got married for my citizanship, but the fact that we are in love and have a sexual relationship with each other is the thing that throws people off-base.

Also, I found that I can carry Lee in a fireman's carry. Light actresses, that's what I like.

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Omar also realized when we were blocking that he forgot to put in the stage directions that I should stand to toast, and Moira wouldn't let him add it after the fact.

O how perturbed he was when we were going home. "Georgians always stand to toast! I've done research! That's why the toast was in the script in the first place!" He's very neurotic.

So I called Moira when I got home and told her that I was thinking about it and that I really would like to stand to toast. She didn't have me to it because I didn't have the instinct to do it myself, but I told her that I did now. So the stand is in, and the show will not be as ashes for Omar.

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Today's horoscope:
By now everyone knows what you want. Stop wishing out loud and start listening to what's possible. Strike a new balance if you would rise above average and stay there permanently.

One year ago today:
I'm laughing at myself though, lying on my side, skirt up over my waist, facing the audience, tears in my eyes, and I'm thinking "For God's sake, suck in your stomach!"

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