I was so so so tired on Tuesday night that I went to bed before 2a (imagine!), but since I was going to bed before 2a, I thought that I'd get up at 9a and get some stuff done yesterday morning.

Amazingly enough, it worked! The alarm rang at 9a, I hit snooze until 9.30a, got up all rested and refreshed, went to McDonald's for breakfast, and also to the supermarket for cat food and cat littler and chicken cordon bleu so I won't be forced to only eat steak as them bad kitties turn up their noses at their dry food.

Then I uploaded some entries and graphics that I had made at work the day before, noticed that it was getting late and that my hair would just have to stay dirty (I don't mind having dirty hair in life, but hate it onstage), and left the house about ten minutes late.

Unfortunately, I got to work half an hour late after being stuck in the Tunnel for 30 minutes, and by stuck I do mean an absolute standstill. What the hell was going on that there was traffic going into the city at 11.45a on a Wednesday? I cannot know.

I called my boss from the Tunnel, and was going to take a cab when I got into town, but startlingly enough, there was traffic there, too (as though I expected the cars to dissolve coming out of the Tunnel), so I jumped on a bus and then too the subway, which is the fastest way, so long as you don't have to wait for a bus, then walking is faster.

So I called that I would be late and ran into the lobby all out of breath, and there was nobody there and no problems and no-one mad. Of course, maybe they were all mad five minutes before, saying "If she doesn't get here in the next 3 minutes, she's outta here!" and they haven't told me yet.

Unlikely, but I tend to be a little paranoid.

The night before they had had the first preview for the show in the big theatre, and soon after I got in, the director for that show came in, and I asked her how it had gone.

"Well, the teacup is supposed to break, it's the central metaphor of the piece, and instead, it bounced. Then the actress acted all distraught and fell down with it, and it bounced again."

I told her better that it did that on the first preview than in front of the critics. You know, after I stopped laughing my ass off. Nice to know that even in the rarified world of Off-Broadway, stupid crap still happens. Live theatre, baby!

The day actually went weirdly fast. Must be missing that first half hour, that makes all the difference!

In the middle of the afternoon, Mark called and asked me what kind of sandwich I wanted. He may not come to see my shows (the fucker), he may not want to sleep with me, but he feeds me at the theatre nearly every night. I take what I can get, baby, and these little thoughfulnesses add up.

Anyway, he asked me because I am picky and, I turned my nose up at his Mediterranean Tuna sandwich the other day because it had black olives in it. I mean honestly, who puts black olives in tuna salad? The Mediterranean folk, I suppose.

As far as I'm concerned, the only things that belong in tuna salad are celery, mayonnaise, sweet relish and hard boiled egg. And tuna. On white toast, I don't want to see any damn brown bread, either. That's how we Belgian/German/Irish do it.

Ahem, anyway, yesterday we had roast beef, and I sewed a button on his jacket. I have no problem sewing a button on his jacket, he asked me to, it took me about five minutes, easy as pie, but if it's so easy, why are there no buttons left on my winter coat? Probably because I'd have to ask myself to do it, and I cannot be bothered.

It's not the sewing, it's the deciding to sew.

Another small audience for The Show That Nobody Wants to See Even Though it Really is Very Funny. Nine people, though we were perfectly happy with that, since our standards are extremely low at this point.

We even called Audience Extras to paper the house and only got one person. We can't even give 'em away! Actually, the show only got listed at noon, so we were frankly lucky to get the one. Listing a few days in advance helps.

The show went reasonably well, and I got a laugh on my fall which is literally all I care about with this show. Seriously. Laugh on the fall and I'm anybody's.

Ellen went insane during out first speech together and totally went up on a question she was asking me. She practically was reduced to saying hammina hammina hammina, so I finally just cut her off with my answer. Fortunately, I give the same answer to any question asked, "Get over it!" so it didn't matter that she didn't actually ask me anything in English.

I told her afterwards that I would have let her go on, but that I was interested in getting out of there before 11p.

How much do I love The Impulsive Buy? O. So. Very. Much.

The song I've been singing all day:

"Ain't Got No" from Hair

Ain't got no home
Ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money
Ain't got no class
Ain't got no scarf
Ain't got no gloves
Ain't got no bed
Ain't got no pot
Ain't got no faith

Today's horoscope:
Money matters you've been concerned with lately will iron themselves out nicely -- very nicely, indeed. All you have to do is cover your bases and be sure that you don't trust anyone your antennae warn you about.

One year ago today:
Although I actually wouldn't mind having a MASSIRVE ROCK-SOLID ERECETION IN 60 SECAONDS OR LESS! Would come in handy at times.)

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