So, I got to sleep in this morning, but I am not so rested as I thought I would be, since I went to bed terribly late, then woke up early, then only went back to sleep right before the alarm, then hit snooze a bunch of times and blah blah blah.

And I was so looking forward to being rested for once. Ah well, I can sleep in on Sunday. And then next week the 9a rehearsals are over (unless Glenn wants to pull some out for Bubbling). Which he shouldn't right off the top of the bat like that.

Speaking of Bubbling, I read the script yesterday, and it's one of those weird things like Boys in the Back Room, where I remembered the role as being much bigger than it is, but it was only about four lines and two pages long.

It's not that Big Shirley is a small part, but I remembered the gang rape story as being a long monologue, and it's only a paragraph, and not a long paragraph either! It just resonates, it's the most important part of that scene, but it's so short that you don't have any room for error.

It's not like you can get the beginning wrong and then pick it up near the end--if you blow the beginning, you blew the whole thing.

So I rehearsed You Can Look, and it's starting to be not only good, but flat-out brilliant (though I will always hold that no matter how good anyone gets in those roles, Kevin and I will always be better), then work, then opening night of Fiddlin' and Burnin'.

Everyone kept asking me how many reservations there were, and I kept saying no comment, because I had nary a one. I had fussed on the phone with Tony earlier in the day for switching our tech for You Can Look, and made him switch it back, and he mentioned that he was coming, but I was hoping for a couple other people.

Well, there was one other, Winni, but she was the costumer on the play and didn't pay. And she'd already seen it twice! So it was an audience of two! Actually no, it was three because my box office guy went in, but in terms of official audience, it was a big two.

Haven't I had my quota of audiences of two recently? I mean, seriously, the two smallest LCP audiences since there was nobody for the French warm-up show last year, and I am fortunate to be a part of both of them!

On the other hand, I really didn't care as much, since if no-one comes to see this show, it's not my responsibility in the long run, and also because it's a three week run and it was cold, and I know people, they all wait until the last minute.

And by the way, the show actually went extremely well! If you want an audience of two (and why would you?) you definitely want Tony to be one of the audience members, he laughed and laughed and enjoyed and was vocal and it was just great to have him.

I got loads of laughs, and when I floated out into the lobby after my first scene, humming, "I got laughs! They love me!" Mark said, "Yes, you are really good in this show, you just haven't been getting laughs lately, that didn't mean that you weren't good!"
"Stop looking so irritated at me!"
"I'm not irritated at you, I was irritated at you for being irritated at me last night!"
"Well, you didn't argue with me enough when I said that I sucked!"
"Woman, I was trying to breathe!"

Okay, being too sick to calm me down when I'm being irrational, that's forgivable. Especially after being told how good I am the next day.

O, and I fell great, got a huge laugh from Tony like I haven't heard since that first day of rehearsals, and afterwards he said it was one of his favourite parts of the play. Yay! I've finally gotten over smashing my knee and falling like a bitch!

I am so addicted to the brownies that they have in the deli next door.

It's funny, you know how on the side of the brownie mix box it says if you like a cake-like brownie do this, and if you like a fudge-like brownie do this? And I never know what I want, but assume that it's a cake-like brownie because if I wanted a fudge-like brownie I'd just make fudge?

Well, the brownies from next door are fudge-like brownies, and they just about make the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I certainly am not going to have to worry about not being fat enough to play Big Shirley.

So yeah, now I know which set of directions to follow. The fudge-like brownies are where it's at, man.

The song I've been singing all day:

"Hey Julie" by Fountains of Wayne

Hey, Julie, look what they're doing to me
Trying to trip me up
Trying to wear me down
Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it
And I'd never make it through
Without you around

Today's horoscope:
Put aside whatever it is that happened the last time someone insisted that you absolutely must meet someone -- even if you're still harping on the memory. Get yourself dressed. It's prime time to meet The One.

One year ago today:
Mom says, "What's for dessert?" and I eat dessert even when I don't want dessert! And she is tiny and thin, so she can eat like this. She also eats smaller portions. This is not exactly my forte.

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