How peculiar it feels. It's the 19th, and I'm writing my entry for the 19th! Not that that is strange in itself, but I have no back entries to write as well, I can be completely in the moment.

Of course, I can't post it because I have older entries to post first, but I'm not going to neglect today, thinking that I have caught up and don't have to write more, and then when I catch up on posting I have to again catch up on writing. It's like when I do the dishes and relax, thinking that they are done forever and feeling quite dismayed when I find out that every day creates more dirty dishes.

I'm 39 years old, and I still haven't quite figured out that you never really finish with anything in this life, every job needs to be done over and over again, world without end, amen.

I set my alarm for 10.30a, hit snooze when it rang, then turned it off at 10.40a and rolled over to go back to sleep. Which I didn't do.

I lay there for awhile, then got up to go to the bathroom. I finally realized that I was up for the morning, and decided to give McDonald's a try, even though it was almost 11a and breakfast was sure to be over.

When I left the house, it was raining, but I didn't notice until I was halfway down the block because of the tree cover, so I thought that even though it was late, I was walking in the rain without a hat or an umbrella or anything, so certainly I deserved some breakfast.

I may have deserved it, but they had stopped making it. It was a couple of minutes after 11a, and they tend to start making lunch before the 11a cut-off these days, so no sausage biscuit for me. I wasn't upset, I knew it was a longshot. And at least it got me out of the house and up and dressed before noon, and that's a triumph these days--at least on days when I get more than three hours of sleep.

So I went to the supermarket and bought some bacon and made breakfast at home. So it wasn't a disaster after all.

Yesterday I spent part of the day in the backyard.

It looked lovely and sunny for a bit, though by the time I went outside it was more overcast. It was still warm, and it was nice for Baldrick to get some air. Though the mere sight of him in the backyard enraged those two little fuckers next door.

They have two new dogs next door who, even more than Stockton, believe that this is their neighbourhood and anyone who does not live in their house are trespassers and much be dealt with summarily, by barking their little asses off. This includes anyone in our backyard, as they push their bodies as far as they could through the fence on their balcony and BARK BARK BARK!!

Baldrick was taken aback at first, and went around to the side of the house where they couldn't see, but ended up warily ignoring them.

I'm still trying to cast my play, I have nine out of the eleven roles cast, and am waiting to hear from Kirsten for the tenth role. I heard back from Libby and she turned me down, so I started wracking my brains to think of who we have in the company who is the right age and yet can act.

I dropped an email to Le, saying that the character really only had to be over 50 if you look at it, and he sent me a list, with Bev being number one on the list. Now, she's mostly a director, and I never would have thought of her in the role or any role, but in thinking it over, she'd be good in the role. Also, she can bring in an audience and can help me with the costume for Scraps.

However, she said no. Ah well. Then I tried Le's next suggestion, Winni, who is a great idea. I called her and left a long message, about how her slightly goofy quality would be aces for this character, a woman who wants to live in McDonald's, because it's the most wonderful, beautiful place on earth.

A few hours later, I got a call from a woman telling me that I had called the wrong number, and the funny thing was that she used to be an actress and she had that quirkiness that I was describing on the phone, so it took her a little while to figure out that I wasn't actually meaning to call her!

I thanked her and hung up, and then she called back saying, "If you can't reach the person that you were trying to reach, and if this is an Equity show, maybe you would consider me!" I explained that I'm in a theatre company and would have to cast from the membership, but if I had trouble I'd keep her in mind!

Once an actor, always an actor, baby. If a role is offered, no matter how long ago you quit, it's not possible for your ears to not prick up and you start salivating like Pavlov's dog.

Anyway, I called the real Winni afterwards, and she accepted. And I got an email from Kirsten, and she accepted. So I am cast!

They have been re-arranging things at my supermarket, and now they have all of these nice baked goods right as you enter, sitting there all temptingly and filled with pie.

And there was a pie, a lemon crunch pie. And you all know how I love lemon (if not on a pancake), and I do love crumb toppings on pies, so I allowed myself to be persuaded by the pieness of the whole thing, and dropped $3.50 to bring it home.

Well, yesterday I decided to have a piece, and found...no lemon. None! It's like crumb-topped custard pie. Maybe they passed a lemon over the pie before putting it in the box. The mis-labeled box. It should have been billed as "Crumb-Topped Bland Pie" or "Vaguely Citrus Crunch Pie".

That pile of lovely bakery goods right by the front door is a sham! Lesson learned: you can't tell a pie by it's cover, particularly if it's covered with crumbs.

Watched The Carol Burnett Show last night on TV Land, and they did a great sketch spoofing the new shows that season, which were Police Woman, Chico and the Man, Rhoda and Tony Orlando and Dawn. I love the idea of those shows being new and fresh.

I wish, though, that someday they would rerun the show in its hour-long format, let alone the shows from the early seasons. In interviews, Vicki always talked about playing Carol's little sister in sketches, but those sketches has never been rerun. She said that for literally years all she did was say...um, whatever her line was in the scenes where she was Carol's little sister. But clearly, I have never heard her say that line, not in an entire sketch.

It's such a time machine, that show, and I want the whole trip, not just glimpses.

Today's horoscope:
You know exactly how to improve this situation. Maybe you'll bring in some willing hands, or maybe you can do it all on your own. Sometimes a surprise is just the thing when all the pieces are in place.

One year ago today:
Hey, the way I figure it is, the more that's cut the less I'll have to learn, since I never leave the stage for three and a half hours. Or rather now, twenty minutes. It's going to be like The Five Minute Hamlet: Lights up, "Goodbye, Mike. Goodbye, Jim." curtain.

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