Yesterday the show was a matinee, and it was our first big house, and it went just fine. The one-acts got the evening show, and their audience was huge, I made a ton of bread. Hooray!

Weirdly, though, I got laughs during the my rape monologue. Not hysterical laughs, and it wasn't everybody, but I say it with a smile on my face, because Shirley isn't the kind of person who boo hoos all over the place. Well, I usually take the end up, but I had to bring it way down to kill those laughs.

Killing an inappropriate laugh takes as careful timing as making a laugh occur in the first place.

After the show, I dragged my carcase up to Inwood to go to Matt's party. I really didn't want to go, if I hadn't promised Matt, I wouldn't have, but it was a birthday party and it's important to show up for birthday parties.

It was actually a costume party: Dress as Your Inner Superhero. I went as Super Box Office Woman, because I really couldn't be bothered. There were some good costumes, though--Rebecca was Jessica Rabbit and Matty was Roger Rabbit, which was cool, except the head was too hot and heavy and everyone kept asking him is he was the Easter Bunny.

So mostly he had the head off and looked as though he was just wearing footy pajamas with a bunny tail. Extremely cute.

There was music and there was dancing and there was sitting around in the living room until Matt and someone else sneakily started stealing the chairs out of there so as to make people mingle, which was when the dancing happened. I asked if the sofa was going to go as well, and Matt said that if he could have fit it out the window, it would have.

There was also smoking cigarettes out on the front steps and smoking pot in the living room, and I got high for the second time in two weeks, which, considering the fact that I haven't smoked pot in at least a decade, probably longer, was quite startling.

The reason I never quite cared for pot was because if I wasn't in a perfect mood to start with, it would send me spiralling into a black black depression of blackness and I would sulk for hours in the corner. This is possibly the worst and most tiresome part of my possible personalities so there's no real reason to make an effort to be that way on purpose. Therefor, no pot for me.

These last two times of getting high? Not depressing! Not that I'm going to become a big ol' pothead at my advanced age, no matter how big a pothead the Boy I Like is, but it's nice to know that if it's passed to me, I can smoke it without ending up in my End of Show mood.

Never go to a party on Daylight Savings Time Eve, though. Nothing like being on the subway going downtown and hearing on the loudspeaker: "The time is now 4a, we just sprung forward."

Today's horoscope:
That eagerness thing isn't going anywhere just yet, so you have only two options. You can give in and trust that your enthusiasm will be contagious, or you can rein it in and hope discretion is what appeals to them.

One year ago today:
Guess where I'm writing this from? No, go on, guess!! From my very own chair in my very own den in my very own house! Yes, the wandering laptop has finally come back home.

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