I dreamt that Cher came to see the show, and Paul did his weather report in a long black wig, because he knew that she'd think it was funny. She did not think it was funny.

I must tell Paul that, if Cher comes to see the show, not to do the weather report in a long black wig.

Yesterday, my firm resolve to get to work on time from now on was kept to, in that I was even early. I used to get to work early often when I was doing those awful 9a rehearsals in Brooklyn, but it's just as easy to do so if I leave the house close to 11a.

I even got up early so that I could have breakfast and potter about, which normally actually makes me late, because the pottering can get extremely involving, but I was strong and I left on time and got to work on time and all was sunshine and roses.

At one point in the afternoon, a woman who works with me told me that some friends of hers would be stopping by with their kids, and to let her know when they got there.

Then, a woman came in with a baby, followed by a man with a little boy asleep in a stroller, and I twigged that that was them. You can't put anything by me! I chatted with them for awhile, flirting with the baby until the woman I work with came up, and I kept thinking, gosh, that mom looks familiar!

They all went out to lunch, then came back and the little boy was up, running around, his long blonde curls flowing in the breeze, and it was driving me crazy, who was she? Then I realized. She was either Anne Heche, or looked exactly like her.

I knew that Anne Heche had gotten married and had a baby, but hadn't heard whether she had had a second one, and I didn't get anybody's names except for the little baby.

When I got home, I looked it up on the internet, and I'm still not sure. Nowhere does it say that she had a second child, but the older son is the right age, and in pictures I found, looks exactly the same as Anne Heche's kid.

Well, if it was her, she was really nice and really tiny and laughed at all of my jokes and has the two most beautiful children I have seen since Molly and Bonnie were little.

And then for the show, there was an actual house! Something like 25 people, which, to us, feels like a stadium.

And they loved the show, and they loved meeeeeeeee. I was skipping around after my first scene, which got lots of laughs. My lines! Got laughs! Not just my actions! Once, we even had to hold for a laugh! It was just like, you know, being in a popular show that people like!

Mark and I spent half an hour on the phone together, sending out emails to various people. The key is, send the mass email early so that people get the info, but then follow up with individual, personal emails, and then maybe some of them will come to the damn show!

Also, I talked to Cynthia and told her that she and Fran should bring the kids, that they'd get a kick out of it, and that they had never seen me on stage!

Some of the show is a tiny bit over their heads, but most is silly fun, and besides, they saw and liked Of Mice and Men and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, so you really can't saw that anything is too adult fare for them.

You want to know what one of the problems is with one of my bosses? I'll tell you what one of the problems is with one of my bosses. He expects me to be psychic. If I tell him something, he acts like "Why on earth would you tell me this useless information?" and if I don't tell him something, he says "I need to know these things." These things are not intuitive!

And, apparently, neither am I.

The song I've been singing all day:

"I Want to Go Home" from Weeds

I want to go home
Will the wind carry me?
Will it lay me to rest
On the place that I love best
I want to be free

I want to be free
I've got to believe
One way or another
I'm gonna get there, my brother
I want to be free

The movie Weeds came out in 1987, and I saw it one time. In the past 18 years, I have sung this song at least once a week, probably more often. It's like it burrowed into my cerebral cortex upon hearing it, and will be with me until I die.

A few years ago, I heard that David Lynch had written it, which made me jump up and down with delight, but in looking the movie up, he is not listed in the credits. Melissa Etheridge is, though. Maybe she wrote it.

I do want it to be David Lynch, though, so I have something else to embarrass myself with if I ever meet him. Number one being the tattoo on my shoulder (Fire Walk With Me) and the story behind it, number two being my father performing in a never-aired episode of On the Air, and number three being this song.

He'll be running down the street to get away from me, and I have no doubt that he is quite used to loony fans.

Today's horoscope:
It's time for Mercury's thrice yearly retrograde, a time during which communication, travel and keeping track of details often become next to impossible. You, however, have a veritable PhD in troubleshooting, so you'll do better than most of us. Start troubleshooting now.

One year ago today:
Herman lives out on the front porch, but we've been leaving the screen door open during the day so that Baldrick will be able to go out and get some air.

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