I just discovered that I’d make a lousy private eye, or any kind of spy for that matter. I nailed all my lines except one today during rehearsal (not counting me few tag lines at the very end of the show), which was very good. I sucked yesterday, and the two guys who are in that scene were getting ticked at me. But today, they made more mistakes than I did, which made me feel better. During rehearsal, while I was waiting around till the last scene, Andy Watson looked at me from behind the glass door where he was…
It’s raining outside. My window is open, just like Mom suggested. I did open it last night. Then I closed it this morning when I got up because it was raining very hard. I guess she came up and opened it again this afternoon when it was sunny, before it started raining again. I was standing on one of the concrete benches surrounding the fountain at school when the sun was shining. I was very surprised to find it warm and sunny when I came out. “It was raining this morning, wasn’t it?” I said from the other side of…
I remembered a few minutes before 11 that I had agreed to cut Andy’s hair today. Of course, I’d forgotten my clippers. He had bought me a pizza anyway. We sat out in front of Cuyahoga and ate and discussed things. Three guys approached us with pens and paper asking, almost shyly, “Uh, are either of you an only child?” We replied in the negative. “What about a musical instrument, do you play one?” “Nope,” said Andy. “I do,” I said. “You do? What’s your name?” I wrote my name down in a blank next to a line of text…
1-11-97 Well, here it is, a little after midnight, and I’m sitting here at Boris again because we’ve got company down in the computer room. I wrote Myrrh saying I wanted his modem. He wrote back, “uh, are you ever in the Saraland area on a weekday?” I shot back, “Honey, I go to UM. I’m in the Saraland area EVERY weekday.” It’s just as well, I suppose. I have to be downtown at 9 tomorrow to help move theater stuff out of a warehouse and to the school. But if I do, I get to go to the Alabama…
It was hard to get up this morning. Whatever excitement I had yesterday didn’t keep up with 8 a.m. Thursday. I even listened to the idiots on the radio jabber, rather than exit my warm cocoon. But after a cup of coffee (half of which is now in the passenger seat by way of a quick turn on the way to school) and a couple of chapters of Jack London’s _Sea Wolf_ on tape, I was ready for the day. It was a beautifully cold, damp, miserable type of day, the day that automatically puts me in a good mood.…