The new shows started yesterday and were a pain in the neck.

The first show had about a million and twelve people in it and most of them aren't in the company and nobody was really in change and there was a huge audience and running the box office is more and more like being a kindergarten teacher every day.

The second show had almost no audience, but I have to stay until the intermission and the first act is a fucking hour long.

Also, when the first show came down, nobody changed the set and all of the actors from the first show left but a few and I had to chivy them into sweeping up their broken glass (sugar glass, it was supposed to happen in the show--meaning broken glass every night) and putting their props away and so on.

Also, my usher didn't show so I was doing everything by myself. On the other hand, my usher who didn't show up is a little creepy, so I didn't mind not having to sit in the box office with him for hours on end. I'm sure he's perfectly nice, and I won't look gift usher in the mouth, but there is something about him that just squicks me out.

And because I was alone, I was able to start learning my lines. The first five pages are pretty solid. Now I just have to learn the other eighteen.

I bought my ticket to LA the other day. I should have gotten it ages ago, but I so don't want to go that I put it off as long as I could. Still got a good price, and I'm flying American, so they are feeding me. I haven't had an actual meal on a plane in ages.

I checked into taking Baldrick, and was very happy to see that I can take him on the plane with me rather than putting him in the freezing hold, but it costs $80! $80! That's eighty dollars! One way! The ticket cost $181, it will practically cost as much again to take the cat round trip--for that amount of money, he should get a damn seat.

Omar is so funny, he called me all excited at 1a.

He said that he had sat down to add some stage directions to Flora Horror and Java, and then had opened his file for our next show, The Monsieur le Chat Show, and suddenly wrote 19 pages! It had just been an outline, and now it's a script!

I had told him to goddamn start writing that show so that he will leave our current script alone, but he said that he couldn't possibly think about the new show until Flora Horror is over, but I was right, it worked!

I can't wait for that show, it's going to be so much fun. I get to play a naughty French maid named Pousette with big tits and a short shirt, and he is my sadistic lover in a beret, Pierre.

The idea is that we will eventually do them in the same evening, since Monsieur le Chat is mentioned in Flora Horror, and it will be so much fun, since in the latter we are both bisexual, he a rather feminine man and I a somewhat mannish woman, and in the former we are both aggressively heterosexual.

My favourite bit is where we are auditioning for the Countessa's film, where we have to be legless and armless (it goes back and forth who is missing what), blind and deaf, and he has to be toothless as well, and when the Countessa says that he must have no teeth, I say, "How do you like it?"

You know, meaning how does he like being told "No teeth!" Get it? It's blowjob joke! Never mind.

Today's horoscope:
Learning is your strong suit. You see little point in resting on your laurels when there's always room for improvement. Discoveries made at this time will validate your long-standing theory.

One year ago today:
Of course, I was thinking that the way the ending was working so far, we might as well have the damn curtain-call, because it just dribbled away and the audience certainly would not be left in the requisite state of shock, but I was hoping that it would improve.

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