Bloody Hell

Good things that happened today:
Melissa Manchester wasn't naked.

Bad things that happened today:
I got into my car this morning and discovered--much to my chagrin--that my car has once again been burglarized. That's right, kids: twice in one week, in very different parts of the city. And this time (right in front of my house...) they did steal my stereo. Fuckers. I really hope they got seriously fucked up by all the broken glass. Off, once again, to the glass people to fix yet another window in my goddamned car.

Our production manager, Ben, electrocuted himself on a neon sign from the show while trying to fix it this afternoon. He's spending the night in the hospital for observation, but seriously, he could have died from the amount of voltage that passed through his body. All you techies out there, please remember to be careful... especially when working hundreds of hours in a matter of days to get a show up and running. Be safe.

And I found out after the preview tonight that one of our actresses is going to be pulled out of the show prior to opening because the producers and director don't feel that she's ready. She's one of my favorites, and I am really sad to see her space empty in the dressing room. She may or may not be back in the show after opening, but I think if I was her, I'd tell them all to fuck themselves. But that's just me.

I must continually remind myself that there are worse things out there than we are experiencing. Sometimes it's easier than others. Right now, I feel like there's a giant target on my head, and it's very disquieting. I'm beginning to think this show is cursed.... oy.

Be safe, kiss your family and friends and tell them you love them, and be very glad you're not working on Hats!.... unless you are, in which case, I feel your pain.

That is all.