So last night I remembered to take my allergy pill before going to sleep, this time the 24 hour version that I had bought at the store yesterday afternoon.

I went to sleep at 3a. I woke up at 6a. And. I. Could. Not. Get. Back. To. Sleep. Aaaargh!! I tried for two hours, I read for awhile to try to get sleepy, but it just wasn't happening. And every time I lay down, I'd have to clear my throat, which is not conducive to sleeping, until I finally just gave up.

Look, if I'm going to only get three hours of sleep in a row as though I have a new baby, I want the goddamn new baby! I don't want the lack of sleep that you get with a newborn while being cheated out of the actual newborn!!

Speaking of being cheated, I went to McDonald's for breakfast, but they were closed with a sign on the door saying that they would be opening at 11a, so the only good thing about getting up early was snatched away from me as well.

By 1.30p I was tired enough and uncongested enough to go back to sleep, and did so until 4.30p again, then went to the theatre.

Frankly, I'm over this shit.

So yesterday, after getting up at 4.30p, I went to the theatre.

I was sitting on the van, re-reading Ender's Shadow, when I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my purse. Normally, I have at least a little cash stuffed into my pocket, but the night before I had put everything neatly in my wallet.

Fortunately, I did not continue the thought and put my change in my change purse and I managed to scrape together the $2 needed without having to resort to using pennies. I ride with this driver at least once a week, so I know that I could have promised to give it to him next time, but I was glad that I didn't have that drama.

They had a nice house for the first show, which was a relief, because that meant that I made enough money to pay for the dinner that I was going out and having with my friends after the show.

I split after the 9p show started and went to join the Big Crowd for dinner.

I got to the restaurant and found Tracing and Keith and Colleen and Dave. Where's the big crowd? "Where's Kate?" I asked, "Where do you think?" they all chorused at once. Because of course, the idea of Kate being on time to anything that occurs in NYC is hilarious, and what the hell's the matter with me to think that she'd be there? I'm a cock-eyed optimist, what can I say?

So the five of us had dinner and a swell time, then we were joined by Kate, and then Corina and Mo who had had a shmancy dinner downtown with Jenfu.

After awhile, the original four left, putting down piles of money on the table and fretting that they weren't leaving enough. We got the check after they were gone and you know what? It wasn't quite enough. On the other hand, we were only $10 short and the hot hot hot waiter didn't put my cokes on because he loves me and wants to marry me, so I put down the last $10, because frankly that's nearly what my cokes would have cost.

Then we walked to Times Square, Mo pointing out the billboard where her picture had been that I didn't see, and then she started asking me to show off my Australian accent, you know, the one that I said that I do so damn well.

I demurred, because I'm not really great at doing the demonstrating thing without having anything in particular to say, but finally someone mentioned Amanda having said something once about something looking like giant scrotum, so I said I'd say that.

So in future, if anyone wants to hear my Australian accent, I will whip out, "It looks like a giant scrote!" It will be my party turn.

I got an email from Helene about my entry on James Spader's hot implied sadism in The Practice, and she asked me if I were familiar with a movie called The Little Girl Who Lived Down the Lane?

Am I?! (harelip! harelip!--sorry, mixed reference to a bad joke) I adore that movie with all my heart, and have often used it as an example of why I find the hot implied sadism so very nice indeed. Martin Sheen was the king of the inappropriate sexiness in the '70s, there's the sexy kidnapper in Sweet Hostage, the sexy serial killer in Badlands, and, especially, the sexy pedophile in Little Girl. And keep in mind, I was a little girl myself at the time. And now he's the President of the United States. About par, I'd say.

I wasn't certain about whether I had discussed it before, so I googled myself. What the hell did we do before Google? We had to just remember things? How uncivilized.

Anyway, the only thing I found was on my old forum, about what movies were you obsessed with, and was such a good discussion, I just sat for half an hour and read the whole thing.

Someday they'll release the movie on DVD and the rest of you will know what Helene and I know already.

Today's horoscope:
If you're bored and feeling unappreciated in a current situation, you won't be willing to stand for it much longer. In fact, tonight could well provide you with the proverbial icing on the cake. Arm yourself appropriately.

One year ago today:
So these programmes that should have cost $2 cost an extra $40. Which I did not re-imburse him for, I'm going to talk to Deb about it tomorrow. For the remainder of the evening, whenever conversation flagged, either the usher or myself would suddenly exclaim "forty-two dollars??!!" I may never get over it.

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