So yesterday I stumbled, exhausted and angry from my bed and stomped out to Ocean Grove.

This was the only performance that I could go to, the only one that didn't conflict with a rehearsal or Le's new show, but when the alarm went off at 10a, I turned it off, rolled over and went back to sleep. When I woke up again, I thought that if it was still early enough, I'd go. It was 10.30a. I got up.

The train was at 12.47p, so I went out to Penn to get my ticket, but 12.47p train there was none, not on the weekends. There was one about half an hour later, though, that would get me in a couple of minutes before the show started.

I was still raging, so I bought three books. I know it's my no-buying year, but fuck that, I needed to buy books to feel better, so I did. I might give them away as presents, which would make it not cheating, but that's what it was at the time.

So I went to the show, which was Love Letters. I saw it years ago with Christopher Walken and Blythe Danner, and I really loved it then. I loved it again this time. I want to do this show very much--with Omar if I ever stop being mad at him.

Cynthia was terrific, absolutely great, and I loved the guy as well. The director did some very different things with the show. Normally the two actors just sit at a table next to each other, reading the scripts, the letters, straight out to the audience.

This production, however, was done with each actor on a separate side of the stage, still reading the letters but not much, as they were mostly memorized. Cynthia was on a chaise longue, and as the play went on, she kept taking things off, her gloves, sweater, scarf, and shoes. The actor was behind a desk and he kept putting things on, a tie, a vest, a jacket. It was great, enhancing the play, not taking anything away from it.

I was glad that I went. Particularly since the show needed me, as I was the only person in the audience under 90. There were all these old bats, deaf as posts, chatting to each other all throughout the show, and whipping around to stare at me whenever I laughed. Hey, there are funny lines in it, how is laughing unacceptable theatre behaviour and talking is okay?

At the intermission they all started saying to each other, "I can't hear, can you hear?" "I can hear him, but I can't hear her." "I can hear her but I can't hear him!" "If you can't hear her, why not sit over here, I can hear her fine!" After the intermission ended, the chatting continued, but there was a woman in the front row who suddenly became filled with righteous indignation and kept shushing people loudly throughout the second act.

It was mildly hilarious.

Cynthia drove me home (she had spent the night after the performance the night before) and I brought her up to speed on what was going on with Omar, and when I got home, there was a new email.

He said that he understood my anger now, and that of course the show was ours, that I was his Waffles (my character's name), but that it isn't the Kymm and Omar show, that he wanted to acknowledge everyone. That everyone knows how important we are to each other, that he is always talking about how much we love to work together and how we bring out the best in each other, and he felt that it would be redundant to make his bio all about us.

I understand, though I don't agree, I still think that he could have said "Thanks to Le, Moira, Lee, Jim, Michael and especially Kymm," and I'm still angry about being called vulgar, but I think I'll get over it pretty soon.

He called me last night, we were subdued with each other but friendly. He had a couple of script changes, and then he asked me whether I wanted to meet before rehearsal today. Usually I am the one who suggests that, but I couldn't, because I am having lunch with Nicky today.

After I got so mad, I changed my bio to remove all trace of him. I even put in "Thanks to Moira and the cast." Maybe I'll change it back.

Today's horoscope:
Your choice of company sets the tone for the coming week. People that recognize what you have to offer will bring matching skills to the process. Love lets you move with confidence through public life.

One year ago today:
Those late audience members? Tracing and Sara's date. They missed my entire performance. So the winner of the Good True Friend of Kymm prize is Miss Sara Astruc. There is no runner-up.

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