I actually went to therapy yesterday morning, believe it or not, even though I didn't get to bed at a reasonable hour and got up at the time when I should have been leaving the house after hitting snooze five times.

I gave her the rundown on everything that Omar and I went through last weekend, and we discussed the fact that we are about to be done with therapy, since by the time I come back from LA, she will no longer be taking my horrible insurance.

I really don't mind, I feel as though I have gotten a lot of good out of therapy, but I also feel a bit more stable--as though I am not going to be fielding crisis after crisis for a bit. I told her my joke that she writes all this stuff down and I'm waiting for her to hand me a thesis on myself that I can base my life around.

She laughed, but said that yes, before I left she could discuss some of her thoughts and conclusions with me. So that'll be good.

After therapy I had some time to kill, and Moira called to tell me that the dollar store that she went to was closed forever, so I said that I'd do a little shopping. Which I shouldn't have done, because I have spent so much money already, but we need these things and there you have it.

I was looking for black, red and purple tissue paper, fake flowers (if they were cheap enough), and green dye for my Green Tea dance shirt. I found the dye at Duane Reed, purple tissue paper at CVS, and then I came upon the motherload, an artificial flower store! It had real flowers too, but that is beside the point.

They had a dozen fake roses for $7, so I got two dozen, four black feathers, some black ribbon, and a fake crow. I have no idea who these people are who want to put fake black crows in flower arrangements, but I'm glad that there are some of them.

They had a great big one for $20 that I would have loved to have to dress the set with, but I cannot justify spending another $20 on something that isn't actually called for in the script. There certainly enough goddamn props that are.

Then was rehearsal, which was two hours with Omar and I and two hours with Michael as well.

Omar and I have been neglecting our scenes together, we have been working so much with everyone else. And we haven't done our first scene in absolutely ages, so it was rusty and lame as hell. It got much better as we worked it, but we didn't have a chance to work anything else, it took so long.

Then there was Michael, who doesn't know his lines. I know that it's not because he is incapable of learning them, it's because he's bone idle. I had the same problem with him in Doll's House, and I got the impression that he barely looked at the script between rehearsals. And I don't mean bone idle as an insult, I mean that he's like me--he can do good work without working too hard, so he doesn't. But he pulls it out of his ass in the end.

Frankly, it's time for him to start pulling.

Watched Without a Trace last night, with Kirstie Alley guest-starring. My Christ she was good. Since when could she act?

I really don't think I've ever seen her act before. I mean, she was a good comedian on Cheers, and it's not as though I don't think that playing comedy is acting, but I never thought much of her before, and this performance was stellar.

I still won't be liking those awful Pier One commercials, I mean, the performance was good but it wasn't that good!

Today's horoscope:
Why not go for the very best? You're creative, resourceful and determined. The best part is that you'll be setting up a wonderful string of unintended consequences. Tomorrow is sure to bring surprises.

One year ago today:
I managed to save the day in terms of the coffee equipment in our Cypress office, though, by jumping through several flaming hoops while juggling chainsaws and walking on a tightrope over a pool of circling sharks.

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