So yesterday I thought that I really should see if I could get some tranquilizers for the cat, because I'd frankly rather that he not yowl throughout the entire flight, and I am certain that my future fellow passengers will concur.

So I called the vet and asked if she would prescribe without seeing the cat, and she refused, but said, "Don't you need a health certificate before going on a plane?" Whoops! So I brought him in.

She dug the ear mites out of his head, gave me some drops and tranquilizers, jabbed him full of rabies vaccine, and charged me $194. Holy shit! The check-up cost $54, but every single thing that she did was extra. Although they do put "hugs and kisses" on the bill with a $0 next to it.

Bob and Liz came to the show last night, and I berated him for not coming to see Flora Horror and Java, but to make up for it, he came up with a great idea! He said that we should do a stage version of the movie The Honeymoon Killers.

It's been years since I've seen it, but that's actually a really good idea. It's a good role for a (what one review calls) "plushly upholstered" girl, Omar is certainly a man that any girl, plushly upholstered or not, would be happy to go on a killing spree with, and it's a great story.

The idea would be, however, to do a straight adaptation, not a farcical or camp one, though I think that would work, it would be much stronger as a straight play.

I might get to see Omar again before I go, which would be nice. He found a couple of things of mine in his bags of props (he unpacks his bags of props as soon as he gets home! Who the hell does that?) and he's going to bring them by on Sunday after getting back from Lancaster and working with his dad.

If I'm not home, he'll drop them in the mailbox, but if I am, we'll be able to see each other. Just one more kiss, that's all I ask. It's going to be such a long time before the next one.

Today's horoscope:
You give permission to trusted people as long as they don't involve you. You're preoccupied by a project that you'd rather be doing. If you get too wound up over this, everything will be a source of disappointment.

One year ago today:
I was on the phone with Omar and he asked whether I had heard about it, and I asked him whether he had learned English from watching Mister Rogers, and he answered that of course he did.

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