I moved. I have a wierd walk-in closet (207a) which is not big enough for a bed but appears to be considered a single dorm room for an unlucky Smith student, and a HUGE bedroom (207) with hardwood floors and a bay window, outside one of which there is a constant loud drip from the eaves after it rains (which lately is all the time). Penny bought me a catnip pouch and Poky played with it, got all bitey and paranoid, and then puked on the floor. Good thing we moved out of the carpeted room. Poor Poky's not good with the hard drugs.
We opened our show! It's not half-bad! This is a 500-seat theater, and it was insane to step out there tonight thinking, "Let's see if I say my lines and make all my entrances, and get all my scenes in order." And I did! See!? You CAN put up a show in a week. They've got it down to a science out here.
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