Dear God, I am so stressed and exhausted that if took one of those Insane Cult Dianetics Stress Test in the subway, I would blow their Insane Cult machine up real good. There isn't enough Dianetics in the world, man. I will never be clear.

I have been trying to download music for my show for three days, I have gotten one of the six songs that are set up to download, if only I could get a good connection, because of the connections that are not good, in the four hours that I spent trying to download my email last night, I think I only managed to get about 20 emails, all of which were spam with attachments, I haven't been able to get online to print out the maps that I need for opening night tonight, and I'm having trouble burning the music that I have onto a cd!

The show is called Snafu, ironic much?

Seriously, I'm so tired, I've had like 4 hours of sleep a night the past couple of nights, I get up early to try to get things done, fail to get them done, then get to work twenty minutes late because of the crazy traffic in the Tunnel. This morning, at any rate. Yesterday was the same but without the being late part.

But honestly, the crazy traffic? In the tunnel this morning? Was so crazy! And then? When I got out of the tunnel? There was still traffic! It did not dissolve! I jumped in a taxi and got to work only slightly faster than if I hopped all the way.

Thank goodness my show opens tonight and I can relax. Except that I totally can't, because I'm dealing with all of the marketing stuff that is making me crazy for the two LCP shows that are going to be in this theatre in August! Argh!

I get a three day weekend for the fourth of July, just like everyone else, and that's soon. I'm clinging to that, baby.

So, yesterday was my tech, but before my tech was the 7p show. Which did not actually occur, because nobody showed up.

This is only the second time that I ever remember that happening, the last time was last year at the French Warm Up Shows, which have an excuse, because people want their friends to come to the real French shows. Opening night of one-acts with ten million people in them have no excuse at all.

However, I couldn't make my tech earlier because Sheera was in her other rehearsal until 8.30p, so there you go. No special luck or going home early from another's misfortune.

So Kirsten came and watched the tech, which was...so! Much! Better! The fear of God was indeed placed into them and they learned their lines (for the most part) and knew their sequencing (generally) and kept up their energy (mostly).

It's a very hard play to do, it's like a rollercoaster, once you get to the top of that first drop, it never stops and it never slows down, but it's an hour and ten minutes long, not the three and a half that the Cyclone takes.

There were notes, of course. I had notes, Kirsten reminded me of mime things that I never thought of (ducking your head when you get out of a car? I'm ashamed to have dropped the ball on that one), but Henry proved that if he actually tries, he can learn lines. Which is a relief all around.

Today's horoscope:
Work and fun go hand in hand right now -- and a little flirtation or even romance could also sneak in there. Just stay within reasonable bounds -- you don't want to get caught in an awkward position.

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