So yesterday was closing night of You Can Look, and it went well.

Le was there, and I'm glad it went well, but it still wasn't as great as it was opening night. Russ got quiet again, which meant that I had to fiddle around with the music, inching it down so that we could get some of his more vital lines. There were a couple of line fuck-ups, too, the same as the night before, which I hadn't corrected because who knew that they would do them again? These are tiny things, though, that only I would notice, and that only people who saw that amazing first performance would realize.

So yeah, Le didn't see the show quite at its best, and I'm a little bit not sorry about that, because, while I want Le to like it and to think that my kids did a good job and I directed it well, I don't want him to think that this cast was better than Kevin and I.

Isn't that awful? It's like a parent being jealous of her own children. On the other hand, it ain't nothing but true. I am a bad bad person.

I was so tired yesterday, I had a hunger/exhaustion headache by the time I got to the theatre. Jim gave me three aspirin, but they didn't so much help as put my headache on "pause" so that it could spring back fully-formed by the time the 9p show was over.

There was all this clean-up after the show, and I had stuff to carry home, though I decided to just leave the black box in the lobby rather than humping it back to Creative. Also, I left the rubbish in the lobby, but all tied up in a garbage bag, so it's not as though it were strewn about or anything.

I limped home with my costumes and my props and my giant bouquet of flowers that Maggie and Russ got me because they love me so very much, and I actually remembered to stop at Duane Read for cat food, since I had run out the day before.

I just haven't been to the store in weeks! There is no food in the house but frozen steaks (poor me), and I've been getting the cat food four cans at a time from Duane Read, but I had forgotten that I had run out, so when the cats gazed up at me with their trusting eyes and yowled at me with their big pink maws, I had nothing for them.

That's not true, I had dry food, and I gave them dry food, which they usually think is a Big Treat. But the dry food comes after the wet food, as a Big Treat, it is not the meal itself, so they looked horrified at their bowls being filled with this repulsive Big Treat, and swanned away.

I ended up giving them about 1/3 of my steak, but it was a big one that I couldn't finish anyway. So I bought cat food last night, because I just couldn't deal with the Look of Betrayal and the Mews of Hunger and the Ignoring of the Dry Food for another day.

And because this is literally the only interesting meme I have ever seen: Ten Things I Have Done That You Probably Haven't

Dear Lord, if I don't stop fucking around on my computer all day at work and start doing my taxes, Mom is going to kill me with the force of her brain waves.

The song I have been singing all day:

"One Of These Mornings" by Moby

One of these mornings
Won't be very long
You will look for me
And I'll be gone

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:
It was actually rather startling to be in a room with people farther to the left than my mother, whom I always describe as slightly farther to the left than Stalin.

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