So yesterday I had to drag my sick ass out of bed and go rehearse You Can Look, and I didn't really feel that I could call in sick, since we hadn't rehearsed in so long and we open in a week, but boy howdy, did I ever want to.

I got a horrible night's sleep. First of all, I didn't go to bed until 2a when I had to get up at 7a, then I didn't go to sleep until probably after 3a, but since I woke up all night long to blow my nose, I didn't even get the 4 hours that I should have. Dragging myself out of bed was agony.

The funniest thing was Sally, though. I was lying there half-awake, and she jumped up next to my head and sniffed my nose. I petted her for a few seconds, then she zipped off again. What I was wondering was, does she do that every night, and I'm asleep and don't know it? Because she jumps up places as light as thistledown--you really don't know she's there unless you see her. As opposed to the great galumphing Baldrick, who makes his presence quite clear, even on a futon, which doesn't normally bounce.

So yes, staggered into the city and to Brooklyn and rehearsed and blew my nose and was generally miserable.

I had put the music together, though, downloading the songs the night before. The show is done to music, you see, and it makes a huge difference when you know how it plays rhythmically with the lines, and it gives a whole different feeling to the play.

Not to mention the fact that, since Maggie has to dance for the whole show, having actual music to dance to makes a world of change. It was a really good rehearsal, I'm glad I dragged myself out for it.

Afterwards, Russ had to drive into the city to rehearse for a film, so he drove Maggie and I in with him, dropping her off uptown and driving me up to my theatre. Or that was the theory, anyway, since what he actually did was accidentally drive to Queens.

Accidentally driving to Queens is totally the kind of thing that I would do myself, it's funny that it occurs when I am in the passenger seat as well. Bad driving karma, that's what I am filled to the rim with!

It was the head of production's last day at work, so there was a little party for him. That I wasn't invited to.

Well, it's not that I wasn't invited, it's that someone had to stay in the lobby, and when it was Jeff two weeks ago, I went up for that one because he was my boss so of course I got to go to his party, and for this one, well, the box office girls were much better friends with him than I was, so it made sense that they went and I stayed behind.

However. When Jeff had his party and when cute German Alex bought the entire building pizza, I made sure to bring cake/pizza/soda/whatever down to the box office before I had anything myself. So I was kind of interested whether anyone would think of me and bring me cake.

It took about half an hour, and it wasn't anyone from the box office, it was the marketing assistant, but I did get a piece of cake. And water, since they had run out of soda. It's just like how I always ask whether anyone wants anything before I go next door and no-one but one of them ever does that for me.

I don't like being an afterthought, but since it makes me both have something to feel superior about and to resent, I'm going to carry on being thoughtful. I'm being honest, feeling superior and resentful simultaneously, who doesn't like that?

So after work there was no rehearsal, and I just got to go home. Go home! After work! Actually, there was rehearsal, but not for the protesters, so it was home and Kleenex and TV for me.

I am so tired of blowing my nose! I am so tired of watery eyes! I am so tired of using up a box of Kleenex a day! I do not want to be sick anymore!

The song I've been singing all day:

"A Sword and a Rose and a Cape" from Carnival

In me you see a relic of a long-lamented age
When masculine behaviour wrote a grand romantic page
With every man a lover like a hero an a stage
With a sword, and a rose, and a cape
Where are the great romantics who would languish for a rose?
Who fought a duel with one hand, while the other one wrote prose?
Who scaled milady's balcony and swung upon her drape
With a sword, and a rose, and a cape
They have flown, have flown like ashes
Ah, they re-appear in flashes
But they find themselves contrary to the mode

Today's horoscope:
For the first time in a long time, you're not hesitating when it comes to making the first move. You definitely won't be alone this weekend, and you won't be shy. Go ahead -- say exactly what's in your heart.

One year ago today:
And o God, totally besides the entry, there's all this box office stuff that I need to get off, like the list of who is going to be covering for me, the calendar of when the shows are, my ushers list, and the instructions on how to run the BO that I spent days writing!

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