Thursday, Apr. 03, 2003 - 8:46 a.m.
Thanks for all the e-mails, guestbook entries, and phone calls I've received from everyone in the last few days. Really, I'm going to be fine. Like I've said dozens of times before, I think anything can be a learning experience, and this situation is no different. The bottom line is, I don't regret a single decision I've made in the last couple of months, I had a great time, and I have some good memories to look back on someday.
(Oh, Shelley, I am SO up for Graeter's sometime in the near future. I'll be calling you up as soon as I don't have to schedule trips to the bathroom in my Palm Pilot.)
That having been said, last night I was Googled for "octagenarian porn." Somebody who was looking to get his/her rocks off looking at naked elderly folk in lurid positions came across my diary! I feel dirty.
I really like Taylor's idea of a "Welcome Back Jesus" party for Easter. If I steal that idea, I promise to pay royalties of some sort to all involved parties. And by "pay royalties," I mean "completely plagiarize your idea." Just so we're clear on this.
And that's all the news that's fit to print...
EXCEPT the play starts tonight! If you happen to be coming to any of the performances, feel free to hoot, holler, guffaw, or throw fruit on stage. Because really, what good is theatre without audience interaction?
And THAT is all the news that's fit to print.
