I am sitting here all warm and dry in my apartment, watching the amazing deluge outside and thinking about how nice it is to be inside on such a day.

Yeah, except for the fact that it's 4.11p and I have to be in the city at 6p for the stupid opening night of the stupid Trojan Women. I'm kind of vaguely hoping that it might be done raining by 5.30p, since at the rate it's going, there will be no water left in the sky by then, but you never know.

We've had thunderstorms every single day since Saturday. Or possibly Thursday. Anyway, it's really been quite enough.

So yesterday I had the appointment for my mammogram.

They no longer do mammos where I had it done last year, so I had to stop in beforehand and get copies of my films, because I couldn't find the films that I had last year. They are somewhere in my house, I put them somewhere very safe. So very very safe that they are in fact entirely safe from me.

Got the films, drove to the new radiologist, arriving twenty minutes early even with having to find street parking, (I wasn't paying $3 an hour for parking for any reason), not to mention street parking that didn't involve any kind of parallel parking.

I went inside, signed in, filled out my forms, went into the back, handed over my films, put on the gown, and then was informed that my films weren't a complete set and there was no report. I was very annoyed, "I brought the films because you told me to, had you mentioned a report, I would have asked for that as well!" "You shouldn't have had to ask, it should have been automatically included. But that doesn't change the fact that the films aren't complete."

So I changed back, stomped up front, made a new report, stomped back to the car, drove back to the old place, where they realized that they had given me the wrong set of films. I was supposed to get my originals, which were complete and included a report.

Okay, so it wasn't the new place being stupid, it was the old place. Ah well, I went to the House of Pancakes, had the breakfast sampler, and felt much better. I'm going back on Monday. Perhaps things will go smoothly then?

When I went home, I decided to shelve some more books, cleared out the box on my kitchen table to put things from the shelves into, and immediately found my old films. The last place I expected them to be, not safe at all!

Ugh, the show that we are about to open is The Trojan Women at 7p followed by some comedic takes on Greek tragedy, so I asked Le whether we should do a discount for people coming to see both shows.

He said yes, that he had already discussed it with the director and that I should ask him for the details. I did, and he came back with, "If people want to see both shows, they can buy the ticket for the second show at half-price, $7.50, so it'll be $22.50 altogether, for both full-price and Love Creek audience members."

Can you notice the problems with that price? Well, I'll give you a hint, it involves the box office having to have stacks of quarters! I am not a laundromat! Not to mention the fact that company members get discounts on the tickets, so if the two for one price is the same for both, they only get a $1.50 discount for seeing the shows, which isn't particularly fair.

I emailed Le and stressed the fact that if I had quarters, I would have to be giving him quarters, and he answered that he doesn't want to deal with any fucking change, and it should be $22 for full-price and $20 for Love Creek.

Now that's better, but if I had been consulted in the first place, I would have suggested $25 for the full-price tickets, since that's $5 off, which is a nice discount right there. But it was the quarter thing that bugged me. Obviously, the director put it to Le that it would be half-price for the second show, not that it would be $7.50, but that's why I should have been consulted at the beginning and we wouldn't have had such a stupid price even for a minute.

On Price is Right this morning, one of the prizes was "A handsome gentleman's chest!" I looked up quickly, but it was only a chest of drawers, not Brad Pitt, and thus lost interest.

This is the most incredible story.

I burst into tears at the end of it--not that that's any great feat, as I burst into tears at the drop of the smallest hat, but it would be incredibly moving for less a soft touch than I.

Congrats to Pam and Stee!

Today's horoscope:
With so many different drummers, there's no clear rhythm. Some people actually enjoy operating in a state of chaos. See if you can't make it work for the time being.

One year ago today:
So yesterday morning the phone rang at 11a, waking me, and it was Omar reminding me that it was Mother's Day and not to forget to call my mother. Isn't that the sweetest thing you ever heard?

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