So yesterday I was sitting at work when my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"
"Kymm? It's Patrick."
"Hi!"
"We're having a discussion about you, and Beth wants to know what the heck is up with this cat named Sally?"

So I started to laugh, because I had thought that maybe I should mention to the notify list when it went out that I had a new little black cat named Sally that the story of my getting was in an unwritten entry, but I forgot to and thought that people would probably figure it out.

Little did I imagine that there would be an online discussion culminating in Patrick calling my mother to get my cell number (I remember Dawn did the same once, calling from Italy--clearly my mother is used to random people all over the world calling her for my cell number) then calling me at work to explain this random black cat named Sally.

And if I ever don't get that entry up, I got her from my friend Leslie, who works in elder care and one of her clients died and left $500 for the care of the cat (dully named Kitty, I fixed that). I, of course, would accept anything into my home if it came with $500, so I have a pretty little 2 year old black cat to make Baldrick's life a living misery.

And thus, the Great Mystery of the Mysterious Cat Named Sally Mystery is solved, thanks to the intrepid work of Sherlock Cleary.

I left work a little early in order to go to Kinko's and print out my programmes.

Let me rephrase that. I left work a little early in order to go to Kinko's and totally recreate from scratch my programmes. Because of course, I forgot to email it to my Yahoo account so that I could print it out at work and then copy it at Kinko's (yeah, I really must get more ink for my printer one of these days), but I had my laptop with me and the programme was in that, maybe I could hook up my computer at Kinko's?

I could not hook up my computer at Kinko's. Both laptop stations were busted. What I could do, after waiting for someone to finish their totally unimportant crap so I could get to my vital work, was turn on my laptop and retype the programme onto the Kinko's computer, print it out, then make copies and get to the theatre 40 minutes late.

No great problems, since they did not have anything like the massive crowd they had opening night, though their audience ended up being not bad at all for both a second night and a Monday night.

My show was not quite as brilliant as it was on opening night, but it was still pretty brilliant. They got tangled in the lines a couple of times, but untangled easily. It helps that Russ was listening to Maggie, and he was able to adjust to what she actually said, rather than answering what she should have said, as he did at rehearsal a couple of times. And they pulled back from the ending a tiny bit. But it was still great.

Le will be there tonight. God, I hope they hit it again. And I hope that Le doesn't think that Maggie and Russ are better than Kevin and I were in the roles. I can't help it.

The last show in the evening is terrific, a film noir/Norse mythology combo-spoof that I absolutely get a huge kick out of. Matty is in it, and he's great, and so is Rebecca, his girlfriend.

Now, Matty is my sweetheart, and I adore him with all of my heart, but I don't actually want to date him, he's just this guy with whom I have a lightning, soul to soul connection, without there being any sexual under or over-tones.

In other words, I am less than no threat, and besides the fact, Rebecca is not only my friend, but gorgeous and sexy and I'd have to frankly have a gun to get Matty away from her, and even that might not be enough. If I, in fact, did want to get him away from her, which is the last thing on my mind.

The reason I mention this is because, whenever Matty and I started talking last night, or rather, whenever he started talking to me, she would interrupt in a way calculated to make the conversation finish.

The first few times, I thought I was imagining things, but later on I realized that she really was doing it. And I was so chuffed! Me, the femme fatale threat to other people's relationships!

And you know what? If she really wasn't jealous, don't tell me. Leave me my dreams. Dreams are like paper, they tear so easily.

How much do I love this entry of Dooce's? So much!

Also, I love Chez Miscarriage's housepainter. I just think that the idea of a big blue collar guy who yells calling cats "Little friends" is about the sweetest thing ever.

And yes, I do feel like an idiot for the reason that I am linking that entry not being the main part of the entry itself, which is really great, by the way, but I love the yelly housepainter!

"HELLO, LITTLE FRIENDS!"

Today's horoscope:
There could be someone new coming to work with you -- a certain someone who'll end up meaning a lot more to you than the rest of your coworkers do. So don't worry about the rumors.

One year ago today:
I checked my email on my phone, I tried to read by the light of the screen, I was bored out of my tree. I was not actually aware that they were planning on making a movie about the last 12 hours of Jesus' life in real time.

* Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow *

E-Mail / In the Belly of the Hedgehog

Graphics by the remarkably artistic Karen!

This page was written by hand. My hand. Only pussies use HTML editors.
Last Updated Tues 15 March 15:35:09 2005