So yesterday I was sitting in the lobby and the postlady came in, and I said, "Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night can stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. "Or heat of the noonday sun," she answered, "I could use some heat of the noonday sun!"

I always forget about the heat of the noonday sun, because the only reason that I know that by heart is because Laurie Anderson put it in "O Superman". It's like I know the "What a piece of work is man" soliloquy in the wrong order because of the song in Hair, and there's a bit missing from the preamble to the Constitution in my head because of the Multiplication/Grammar/Government Rock song.

Lesson learned, if you are putting something in a song, put all of it!

And my point is that, yes, it snowed yesterday. Not just snowed, it blizzed.

When I was a little kid, I had a book called A Blizzard is When it Snows Sideways, and it was snowing straight sideways yesterday. I am really super-sick of March, with the 64° Monday and the 0° wind chill Tuesday.

Who was it who said that March comes in like a liar and goes out like a lamp? I read it in somebody's journal recently. Well, I want that damn lamp out.

It was okay when I went out to Maggie and Russ's house for rehearsal, though I got up late and left the house late and got there late and I don't know why we don't just admit they are 9.30a rehearsals and be done with it. I mean, it was cold and rainy, but the snow hadn't started.

By the time I got to Manhattan, the snow had started. And I just sat in that lobby all day and watched it go straight east. Not a lot stuck, frankly the wind was too strong to ever let the snow come down, but it was just plain awful.

The worst bit was probably going to Fiddlin' and Burnin' rehearsal, because the late the day was, the more hideously cold and snowy and awful and dreadful it was. I got off work early because we were starting our runthrough at 5p, so I left at 4p and thought that that would be plenty enough time to get across town by 4.30p. Ha!

I waited for the bus for 25 minutes. There was something really weird with the traffic, in that eastbound was completely stopped nd westbound there was absolutely nobody. We could see plenty of cars and busses and things in the distance, but somehow they just weren't getting to us.

And here's the best bit. Do you want to hear the best bit? The best bit was, the bus that came after 25 minutes was too full to pick up any more passengers. So I walked the mile to the theatre. Poor little match girl, that's me.

Rehearsal was fine, except that I am still falling like a bitch--ever since I hurt my knee, the fall has been lame and stupid and it would be better not to fall at all than to half-fall. And this is with my knee wrapped with two Ace bandages, even!

Also, I think that I might suck. I mean, we'll see when we get an audience tonight (if we get an audience tonight, which I doubt), but I haven't had a laugh in weeks, I no longer think that anything I do is funny, and when I said to Mark, "Man, how much do I suck in this show?" he did not argue!

Actually, he said, "O, you don't suck, but maybe it's because you are directing that other show and you think that this one only has a few lines and you can do it without concentrating!" Fucker. If someone says to you, "Man, how much do I suck in this show?" don't fucking give them reasons, just have the good manners to contradict them!

You know what? I totally suck in this show.

On the other hand, I am an English Genius! Swear to God, and if an internet quiz tells you so, then you know it must be true.

I took the Commonly Confused Words Test (found through Diane), and my results were:

"English Genius
You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 93% Advanced, and 77% Expert!
You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!"

So even though I may suck in the show, at least I'm good at something. I wonder how well being an English genius pays? And what the hell 23% did I get wrong in the expert questions?

The song I've been singing all day:

"O Superman" by Laurie Anderson

'Cause when love is gone, there's only justice
And when justice is gone, there's only force
And when force is gone, there's only Mom
Hi, Mom

Today's horoscope:
Still in the mood for candlelight and roses? Good. The object of your affection is, too. Pretend it's Saturday, and don't worry about staying up too late. This is an important emotion you're trying to convey. Forget time, place and anything else that might interfere.

One year ago today:
GOOD THINGS:
There is some sort of night-blooming flower in mneighbourhoodod, since every time the sun goes down this lovely sweet smell wafts all though the air. We don't have lovely smells wafting in NJ.

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