Whoops! I just realized that I forgot to upload the four entries that I was going to upload last night! And I wanted everything to be up by my journalversary tomorrow! Well, I guess that ain't gonna happen, though I'll be close.

Better than last year, when I uploaded like 40 entries on my journalversary and made everyone's heads explode.

For some completely unknown reason, I left the house today wearing a brown sweater and brown pants without noticing that they are almost the same exact shade of brown. I look like I wandered out of the house in my jammies.

Not to mention the fact that I'm wearing my slippers! Ha! I slay me.

It's been really hard to dress the past couple of days, actually. The weather ricochets wildly from hot to cold, and whatever you wear will be a bad idea at some point. Layers, that's the key.

Yesterday I wore my heavy camel sweater that seemed like a good idea at first, then a horrible idea, because I was broiling hot, and then a great idea, because I was freezing cold.

Layers. Gotta have the layers. Because these days when it's 40° one minute and 60° the next, whatever you choose is going to be wrong for at least half the day.

Got up early again yesterday (ugh), but it was for a good reason, meeting Melissa and Greg for breakfast!

They were in town for a couple of days, and we actually managed to find a time to get together, which was quite startling, considering both of our schedules. But I was only twenty minutes late coming to meet them, and we went to the Edison, because it was nearby where they were staying and I've never had their breakfast.

I decided not to go into the hard boiled egg situation, since the waiters there are the mean old man type of waiter and I didn't want to get off on the wrong foot. I had pancakes and bacon, which were very good, though the problem with eating pancakes is that you are sick of eating pancakes long before you run out of pancake.

"Think you can get the word pancake into that sentence a few more times" Melissa asked. Like singing songs to my cats and replacing every other word with kitty, "Hey little kitty, is your kitty home/Did he kitty-way and leave you kitty alone". Hey, I'm the crazy lady in the basement with the cats, what do you expect?

So I gave Melissa her birthday presents, that book I thought I had heard about from her but didn't, and the dove grey scarf. She was thrilled with the scarf, particularly since the weather was cold that minute and it went well with her shirt.

Hopefully, I'll be able to visit them at the end of this month, it's been way too long.

So the new shows opened last night, one-acts at 7p and a full-length at 9p, and a sad, sad little evening it was.

There were only nine people at the first show, but they were all in desperate need of cupcakes and wine, so I made $18 on them with no intermission, which ain't bad. Unfortunately, six of them left after the first one-act, leaving a tiny audience of three for the other two.

But it gets better! The full-length was so under-rehearsed and unsure of itself and had a last minute re-casting, that the actors didn't invite anybody. Therefor the entire audience was the playwright's representatives (he's too far to make the journey, so sent friends in his stead) and me, because the director whined until I went in.

So the box office was zero. I sold two cupcakes, though.

The show was okay, everyone had good moments, the script had good moments, but when actors aren't sure about what comes next, their energy dissipates and it gets slow and choppy, and I'm wondering if it will ever end.

I read both books I was reading so had to buy an US magazine to fill in the time at the theatre. I should have read that damn play that Fran is leaning on me to read, but I forgot about it.

I finished My Life in Orange and read A Year With the Producers, another theatre book that I recommend to all of my theatre nerd friends. I knew it was going to be good from this paragraph on the first page:

"When I first got to the city in 1994 I went to the open call for Hal Prince's Show Boat, which she choreographed. I did well. The final callback consisted of three African-American men and me. I figured either I had it in the bag or someone didn't look closely at my headshot. I didn't get it."

Today's horoscope:
Things are going quite well, and you don't want anything to change. So why not put your money where your mouth is? Make this a permanent situation. Officially, that is.

One year ago today:
It's the mark of a good commercial, selling you on the product and making you want to blow the salesman.

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