At the library again, checking my email, etc. Annoyingly, the library won't let you do anything but go on the internet, no Word documents can be accessed, rather a pain since I finally got my box office document and everything that I need.

I even found my list of box office personnel, since I cleverly had emailed it to myself and hadn't removed it from the server, so when I checked my webmail, I found it waaaay at the bottom. Hooray!

Unfortunately, I cannot access people's email addresses in order to send it to them, but I've still got some time, we only open the new show next week.

It's still beautiful here, in the 85° range. I'm basking like a turtle, I'm unfolding like a flower.

We did my taxes yesterday, or I did my bit of them. As usual, it took 15 minutes and why I put it off for months I'll never know--Mom does the hard bit, the actual figuring out the best way to get my money back, all I do is give her my expenses and earnings. My medical expenses last year were huge, and I was never even sick! And that doesn't even count the COBRA payments, just my co-pays, transportation and prescriptions.

I like this being at the library business, when you only have an hour to be in front of the computer, you make the most of your time. Or at least I would if I could think of anything to say. The drawback of the spilling out into people's houses way of writing.

I haven't heard from Omar at all since I've been here, in fact, I haven't heard from him since the day after the show closed, meaning a week ago Friday.

He was fine that day, all excited about working on the script and about to go to Lancaster with his parents and so forth, but after that, nothing. It's funny, though, it actually doesn't bother me at all. Am I finally getting used to his regular emotional breakdown and withdrawal after every show? Frankly, I should be after this many shows together.

Or maybe it's what he told me when I was at his house that first time, that the one thing he says about me to other people is that he wishes I would understand why he sometimes has to go away. Maybe now I trust that he will always come back to me, that he has told me a hundred times that I am a permanent part of his life and he doesn't have to see me or talk to me every day to make that stay true.

Okay, Omar, I believe you. I put your ring back on today after not wearing it for a week. I believe that you and I are part of each other's lives not matter what.

Today's horoscope:
Let the more invested party win the argument. You really didn't have the energy for a victory dance anyway. Return to your own great work, a bit humbled but still determined.

One year ago today:
In the play it's described as a snake ring with a ruby eye, but it's really a devil ring with the face of the Satan under a layer of red and a forked tail on either side. It's intensely cool. And it's from Orpheus. And, of course, it's from Omar. I am never taking it off.

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