Yesterday, the entire box office staff and myself all co-incidentally wore green, so we decided that our April Fool's joke on everyone was that it was St. Patrick's Day.

I was running late in the morning, and the NJ Transit bus arrived before the van, so I got on that and discovered after eight years that, if you are running late in the morning, it's much faster! Who knew?

I emailed Mark about Matt's party, but didn't hear anything from him, and no more did I expect to.

He doesn't have to come to the party, I don't care, but if he doesn't come to see Bubbling, I will never speak to him again. And I won't beg him to come either--he got a mass email from me, and I'm sure he heard from Liz and Leslie as well, and if that's not good enough then fuck him.

The show went well again, another small house, but again, they liked the show and they loved me. Which is all that really matters.

Today's horoscope:
You're a little too eager to get in touch -- and it's going to show if you're not careful. Try your best to be aloof and unconcerned. Really. Think about how appealing that sort of thing can be.

One year ago today:
It was interesting observing the audience--since you can't laugh heartily at the same jokes that you have already heard, (though you certainly can enjoy them), it's great to watch an audience hear them for the first time and laugh until they cry. The woman next to me in particular was rocking back and forth with glee.

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