God I'm tired. Again, I could sleep all I wanted to and I woke up at 10a, which would have been lovely had I not gone to sleep around 5a. I'm mulling over the idea of taking a nap since I am now very sleepy, but I know myself, I'll keep mulling until it's too late for me to do so and still get to the theatre on time.

So, the show opened last night! And you know what? That old saw about a bad dress rehearsal making a great show? So not true. We were frankly awful last night. It has never gone worse, not even our horrible dress was as bad.

I was fumblemouthed and kept stumbling over easy words, one of the scenes had so many lengthy pauses that you would think that is was a Pinter play, Omar almost forgot to take off my shirt, so when he did he tried to take it off over the back of my head, which would have been fine had I not been wearing a wig, none of the music cues happened (I'm glad that I can easily do my song a'cappella), and the final blackout wasn't so black, since only part of the lights went out.

Of course, Le was there. Now, it's not as though none of the show worked, my song got great screams of laughter, I got the one laugh I always want on my Alexander Dumas joke, there were some nice laughs here and there, it just wasn't, as a whole, what one would call good. Farce has to be fast and snappy and crisp, this was slow and mushy, like walking through oatmeal at times.

Le was very sweet, he said that he liked the script and could see what we were trying to do, and that he could tell that when it pops it's be really great, but perhaps it didn't pop last night as much as we might have liked. Also, that we would never get all of the laughs that we could because the script is so literary. It's nice to be told that we're too smart for the room!

Omar's daughter and recent ex (not the one that hates me, but the one that doesn't like me) came to the show, and he called me afterwards and told me what they said. Surprisingly, they both agreed that they liked me best in the show!

I practically fell over, but I certainly agree that I have the best role in the play. Omar was so worried when he was writing the show, saying that he felt that he was giving himself all of the best lines, but I knew that he was wrong, Waffles is a great role.

And Lorelei was so sweet, she apparently kept going on about how pretty I looked, even when I took my shirt off, "even though she's a little fleshy, it still looks good!"

They felt, and I agree, that Omar is spending so much mental energy worrying about the show as a whole that he is shortchanging his own performance, that he doesn't have the subtext going on that he usually does. This is completely true, he is not giving a particularly layered performance, he's very surfacy, which is fine for farce, but it would be better if he went a little deeper.

So tomorrow, that's what he's going to do. He's going to let everything go and concentrate on himself. And since he will have fourteen people in the audience including his parents, his wife, his best friend from childhood, and his ex who hates me and would kill me if he could. Preferably with his bare hands. So his decision to let go and concentrate might help him forget that particular pressure.

Somehow I don't think ol' loathsome fuckhead ex will be saying that his favourite thing about the play is me.

Le and Moira and I went out afterwards and had a drink, and Le said that I'm going back to LA at just the wrong time, that if he doesn't do Of Mice and Men in April, he'll do Tennessee Williams' Small Craft Warnings and he wants me for the lead. And if he did do it, he'd want to do it in a big production with reviewers and everything.

Thanks a lot, Le! Hopefully, he'll decide to do Mice, because I know that he really wants to play Lenny, though I'll be sorry to miss it.

Today's horoscope:
There's so much to say and so many to listen. You have fun being in motion. Consider running your operation on alternative fuels. As an earth sign, you're familiar with the ways of the other elements.

One year ago today:
When I came downstairs and saw him in the lobby, I threw myself into his arms--I wanted to crawl inside of him. I don't like not seeing him for a week, it feels really wrong.

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