So last night the show opened, so I was back to work at last!

We were sold out by reservations for a few days, though we ended up with some empty seats, what with some reservations of three showing up only with one and that sort of thing. But the show went really well and I got paid, so all was well.

Before the show, Cynthia asked me if I was going to go out afterwards (because if I was going to come home, she'd run in and have a drink with her husband), and I said that if Mark asked me before the show, "Hey, you wanna go out afterwards?" I was, and if not, then not.

During the show, he spent all of his downtime in the lobby talking to me, and at one point I said, "You going out after the show?" and he answered that he thought not, that he was all exhausted and needed to go home and eat, and George said, "I'm going out!" and I said, "But I don't give a shit if you're going out, I care if Mark's going out!"

Yeah, I'm subtle.

At intermission, one of the company members, (a woman that I have worked with twice in the past who also owns her own theatre), turned to me and said, apropos of nothing, that she needed a front desk person for the theatre, someone to sign people in and out of the building for 29 hours a week. I said, "I'll do that!"

She looked startled, I guess she was just asking me if I knew anyone who was looking for a job, and said that she needed someone who would stay around, who would give a six month commitment, and who would take out her nose ring. "No problem! That kind of job is exactly what I'm looking for!"

So I'm going in on Monday to interview, but why would they not want me? I'm presentable, I work with the public well, and if there's anything I'm good at, it's sitting on my ass and reading for six hours a day. Score!

Tina Fey on SNL last night:

"When Martha Stewart reported to prison yesterday, she was subjected to an invasive strip-search that included a 'squat and cough', during which she laid two perfect blue speckled eggs."

Today's horoscope:
A certain cat is about to be let out of the bag -- and it won't stop there. Once the truth comes out, you'll need to talk about anything and everything -- even issues you thought you'd hide forever.

One year ago today:
I had a double therapy session! I called Omar afterwards and told him that I was having double therapy because he makes me just that crazy!

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