So, yesterday there was the matinee of the one-acts, and I had to bar all of these actors from wandering into the theatre to watch the other shows, God only knows why.

I mean honestly, how cheesy is that? In what universe does an actor think that they can do their show, bow, then sit in the audience with their friends? Let alone the idiot whom, I found out afterwards, watched the show before his show and then went onstage.

Actors are, as a rule, dumb as rocks. How they manage not to drown in the rain, I'll never know.

Le came to the matinee, and afterwards he and I had our meeting, and mostly he said that I can make anything like the Big Boss (Female Version) thinks is best, which is cool, though I really don't see a way to juggle the dates of the two shows to make them make sense to the members of the theatre.

On the other hand, shows run in rep all over the world, so if you put "Show One and Show Two, Running in Repertory from This Date to This Date", people will figure it out.

Le and I grabbed something to eat, and then I went uptown to Sheera's to rehearse.

It's funny, we all get so Jewish in that apartment, and not all of us are actually Jewish. And I don't mean that we are making fun of it, we just automatically fall into saying "Good Shabbos" and kissing the mezuzah and reminiscing over our bar mitzvahs (that would be Henry and Alan), that it's amazing that we all don't walk out of there doing the Horah.

Frankly, on the Upper West Side, nobody would notice.

Lauren and I took a cab downtown so that I could pick up the keys to the theatre that Shawn was supposed to drop off at the bar for me.

I had told two of the actors in the one-acts who are also in his show to tell him that I would kill him is they weren't there, and I called him and told him that I would kill him if weren't there, so what happened? The keys weren't there.

I actually didn't expect them to be, I walked into the theatre with my phone in my hand, all ready to call and yell at him. So I called and yelled at him. He whined at me, I hung up on him, he called me back, then walked from the other bar where he was, blew a raspberry at me and gave me the keys. Infant.

Fortunately, Kelly and Moira and Gregg David were there, so I hung out with them and ate tortilla chips, waiting for the idiot. It wasn't a bad way to spend half and hour, but I wanted to be home.

I have decided that my goal is that I want to marry a man who knows the answer to "How's the blue-ca-delic psycho rocka rocka old folks dance marathon coming along?"

You know, besides Columbine, who is already married.

Today's horoscope:
Restless much? Your brain is craving some stimulation, so much so that you're feeling itchy inside your own skin. Get out and see some art or go to a lecture -- or do whatever floats your intellectual boat.

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