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Tuesday, February 03, 2004
 
The run-through

Now that Chloe the cat has gone back home to her rightful owner Tom, my apartment seems a bit empty. There was no one there to greet me at the door when I got home from work. Who would have thought that over the course of a few days I'd get used to having this companion in my home. I'd have a cat of my own, but I'm allergic to them. I couldn't imagine spending the next 10-15 years taking Clariton every day so I could cope. Oh well. At least I won't miss the cat hair on everything (once I get things cleaned up) and the litterbox in the kitchen. Yes, my apartment is small enough that the only space I had for the litterbox was in the kitchen. Phew!

I made a very quick meal last night, consisting of left-over steamed veggies and some lemon-dill haddock from the market. After I scarfed that down, I headed over to the loft for a 6 PM rehearsal. We spent the first few minutes discussing the kerfluffel over the exposure of Janet Jackson's breast, and then we got down to work. Our cast needed to do an Italian. For those of you who don't know what an Italian is, it's when you go through the lines in the script quickly (preferably with you eyes closed) and without emotion. It's a great exercise to help remember lines. We did two Italians. By 7 PM, the other casts started showing up, and by 7:30 we got started with running the shows. It went quite well. I enjoyed seeing the other shows and what they'd done with them. I know some folks were a little stressed about it because they still didn't have all of their lines down pat, but I thought they did very well. At the end of the evening, we got to discussing the shows and decided that we'd rearrange their order, so that Doomsday Clock is last.

After the run-through, a few of us headed down to Churchills for a tasty beverage. They make excellent caesars - with a spicy green bean. I had one virgin caesar and then bowed out early so that I could get home, and so that Colin could come over with my new IKEA shelving brackets and a taped copy of Las Vegas (since I'd missed it when I was at rehearsal).
 

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