Well, I woke up with that sore throat yesterday morning, but it disappeared quickly. On the other hand, I used up an entire box of Kleenex between noon and midnight, so I think it's pretty safe to assume that I am sick.

Hopefully, this will be like my last cold, where I never felt sick for an instant, I was just a fountain of snot. Isn't that a pretty mental picture?

I could barely drag myself out of bed, and then ended up leaving the house later than I should have, and then had to wait for ages for a van.

Once I got into the city, I was starving in addition to being late, so I decided to stop quickly at McDonald's and grab some McNuggets to take to the theatre. Somebody please remind me the next time that I walk into McDonald's and find it full of schoolchildren, to turn right around and leave. No McNugget is worth that much tsuris.

I had to wait for so long! There were so many kids! They weren't sure what to order! They didn't have enough money! And the adults were no better, usually ordering for 20 kids at once. Of course I should have left, but I figured I was late enough already, I didn't want to be later than I would have been had I not stopped and get no food anyway.

Got to work 15 minutes late. Does the fact that I was an hour early the day before make any difference? One doubts it. The McNuggets were good, though.

So I sat at work, blowing my nose for hours on end, then got to rehearsal more or less on time, and Merry told us that we were getting Saturday off! So that's a surprise day off that I didn't expect. Of course, the show opens that night, so I'll have to be at the theatre at 7p, but to have the whole afternoon off...luxury.

Rehearsal was good. Merry worked with us on pace and tempo, which, seeing as this is a farce, is a good thing. Having this mother-long rehearsal period means that we have all gotten complacent with the show, and tend to drawl our way through it. Not necessarily the finest acting choices available.

Mark gave me half of his garlic knots again, because of course I hadn't eaten during the day. He looks after me. When he isn't pissing me the hell off and making me want to throw him under a passing car, he looks after me. It's a nice feeling.

MARK
(Mumbling something)

PAUL
What was that?

MARK
O, I was just saying some of your lines.

PAUL
(visibly preening)
I take that as a compliment!

ME
O, don't take it personally...

MARK
...I always do that.

ME
He's like an insane tape-recorder on two legs.

And then Mark proceeded to quote, at great length, Scooter's lines from Dunelawn, the show we did together last July. Honestly, I don't know how he has room in his head for a personality of his own, he's just so filled with Futurama and Family Guy and Firefly and Bill Hicks and other people's lines from shows that he has done.

I still haven't heard from Maggie or Russ, and when I call Maggie, her voicemail still says that they are out of the country. It can't still be the snow, that wouldn't keep anyone in Portugal for three days, expecially since it didn't really stay here--it's not as though there are gigantic drifts of snow blocking the planes from landing at area airports.

Fortunately, we don't open for ten days, but still. It might be nice to rehearse once or twice before then.

Song that I have been singing all day:

"How New Orleans Won the War" by Randy Newman

Blue blue morning, of a blue blue day
All your bad dreams drift away

Today's horoscope:
You weren't expecting it, but here it is: a major confrontation. Does this mean you should go about business as usual and ignore it? Well, that might be nice, but how? Confrontations are, by nature, unavoidable. Start planning your approach.

One year ago today:
I have definitely turned into a crazy old cat lady. I might as well stop washing or brushing my hair and shuffle around the house all day in carpet slippers. Too late!

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