O my God, it is so bee-yoo-ti-ful today! It is so warm! It was so bee-yoo-ti-ful yesterday! It was so warm! For the rest of this week, however, it will rain, snow, and be 34°.

Have I yet mentioned that I am really fucking sick of winter?

So yesterday was back to the salt mines, no more lying about all day watching TV, it was going into the city! And rehearsing! Listen to that whip crack. It was actually a pretty low-stress rehearsal. We ran the newsroom/protester scenes, since we were off (off!) on Friday, then did a cue-to-cue.

I did it in full costume and makeup, since it's about damn time I did, and with my hair in a bun instead of the french braid that I wanted to do, because I just didn't want to deal with the back of my head in front of everyone. If I do the braid, I'll do it in the morning from home. Which, seeing as I'm doing the No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn rehearsals all this week, means I'll probably do a bun.

I also wrapped my knee in an Ace bandage in order to pad it for the fall, since I'm totally still falling badly in order not to bump it again. It turns out that one Ace bandage does not a knee-pad make, but I'll get another one and that should do it.

We also heard the sound for the first time, which sounded so unbelievably awful that I asked Jackie why the hell we went all the way out to Brooklyn to do it when I could record much better sound with my laptop and cheap little microphone.

Apparently, they went back the day before to re-record, which means that I'm no longer doing the VO of the girl who marries her father, which I wanted to do so badly. But if they had asked me, I wouldn't have had that scrummy day off, so possibly it's for the best.

But honestly, if you have a huge sound-editing set-up in your computer, why on earth don't you have a better sound recording rig? Why did we use the mic in his camcorder? I mean, that's not going to be the best mic in any circumstances, but in this case, it would have recorded better on a moving subway, yelling into a mic out the train window while being mugged by an insane lunatic homeless flasher serial-killer.

Whatever. If you are going to have that many sound cues in a show, get a $30 microphone, this is all I am saying.

I had to leave early to get to the theatre, but since it was only a cue-to-cue, they could do without me easily enough.

I went to do the second night of 5 Women, and ended up going in. I totally didn't feel like it, but Peter didn't want to, so I thought I might as well. Well, it ended up being pretty good! You know, until the point where the script totally falls apart and the show should be over but it goes on for another 25 minutes, but that's completely a structural problem, the show itself was quite good.

It had had some huge problems en route, so it was kind of a surprise that it went so smoothly, but there were some really solid performances, and the accents weren't nearly as bad as I was told they were a week ago, and Chris, one of my little ushers, was just fine, and A.C., another one of my little ushers, has the most perfect body of any woman I have ever seen. Holy crap, what I wouldn't give to look like her.

Chris was so funny, I was telling him afterwards how good I thought he was, and he was telling me about some of the journey to that performance, and he mentioned that he didn't want to be too creepy, though he has some very creepy lines, and I told him that he wasn't creepy, he was pretty hot, and he said that that was a real compliment, because I know theatre!

First of all, I don't know what a big fat know-it-all I seem, when he's only known me for a little bit and has concluded that I am the holder of all knowledge when it comes to theatre, but also, it's not that I know theatre, it's that I happen to think that a line about a someone carving the initials of their crush into their arm is really sexy, but remember, I'm the one who thought that Hannibal was the most romantic movie ever.

Today's horoscope:
It's more than just a new week. You're getting started on a whole new attitude, and you've been thinking about introducing it to the world for some time. So when you're asked for your opinion on a subject that's near and dear, don't hesitate.

One year ago today:
I'm a rebel. I kneel, dammit. In what insane, alternate-reality version of the Catholic church is there all this standing around? You're supposed to kneel until it hurts, not stand until your legs ache.

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