Omar wearing a wedding ring at rehearsal yesterday, so I looked for one after rehearsal, but the pawn shop was closed. The pawn shop on 8th Ave. that has been open forever closes just when I have use for it.

Omar had told me that they sell fake jewelry at Port Authority, so today I made my rounds of the little carts that sell various crap, and finally found one upstairs that had a bunch of wedding rings, even one that fits me.

So, I finally have a wedding ring, and I had to buy it myself. Ah well, at least it's a ring for being married to Omar, even though it's really Bucky and Waffles who are married, not me and Omar.

Rehearsed with Lee and Michael yesterday. My God, Michael is hilarious. He is absolutely going to steal the show from the rest of us.

Today's horoscope:
Associates from past projects have the chance to work together again. Slip back into an old discipline like a comfortable pair of shoes. The ladder of success is unshakable from where you stand.

One year ago today:
Instead of being all chewing their own arms off with the anxiety of having done this awful thing and waiting to see whether the police would arrive, they were very floppy and sad and whining, "O no, we just raped Marilyn, what'd we do that for?"

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