God! God! I am so EGG-ZAW-STED!!!

Every night there is the show, then the picking up of the laundry, then the getting home at midnight and the baking of the cupcakes and the washing of the laundry, unless someone else in the house is doing a wash, then there is the going to bed at 3a and the getting up early to wash the damn clothes and starch the damn pyjamas and the going to work carrying 500 lbs of bottled water and iced tea and I am SICK OF IT!!

There will be no cupcakes for awhile after Sunday, so that's a tiny light at the end of the tunnel, but there is another thirteen days of laundry and NEVER AGAIN will I volunteer for that job, $200 that I am going to make or no $200.

This morning I absolutely had to bring in more water and iced tea, since it was so warm in the theatre last night that everyone sucked down everything I had (no complaints here!) and it was raining, so I just put all of the liquids and the clean clothes in the big rolly suitcase, and once I was in the city, I took a cab to work as a treat because I am JUST SO TIRED.

I made $6 doing the laundry. The cab cost $7. There you go. Tomorrow I have to leave the house at noon, and I'm not getting up before 11.45a. I have spoken.

My show is cast at last!

Have I talked about my show? Okay, I will now. It's called Snafu, and it's a very funny show by Le about these two liberal women from New York City who go out into the big bad Midwest, filled with gun-toting, born-again Christians, and accidentally go on a massive killing spree and become national heroes.

There are five cast members, one of whom plays about nine roles, and of three of them, I ended up with absolutely the last person that I wanted, but I'll bet anything that they'll all be great. It always works out that way.

It's a really fun show and everyone's excited about it, which is a good sign, and they all have the ability to bring in lots of audience, which was part of the reason why they were cast. I'm not going through anything like Vanities ever again.

Yes! I have been saying this for years, and I hate it when people give me that "Filth! You are filth!" look when I don't wash my hands after going to the bathroom.

I do not wipe myself with my bare hand, I use toilet paper, so my hands are as clean going out as they were coming in. So there!

Today's horoscope:
You've never been fond of bosses who don't take their responsibilities seriously. If you've got one like that now, sit tight. It won't be long before someone above them notices the situation. And guess who's next in line?

One year ago today:
So Tony started to sing the closing song, "Yes sir, that's my baby/No sir, I don't mean maybe/Yes sir, that's my baby now," but he got the lyrics wrong, and I elbowed him and told him the right lyrics, but he just stopped and said, "What?" I could not stop laughing!

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