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Okay, I'm more nervous than a white guy in a Spike Lee movie. Frankly, I have nothing to be nervous about, all I have to do is fucking show up. If the play goes good, credit the director and the cast. If it goes bad, the writer gets the shit kicked outta him.
The rehearsals. I feel torn. I have a bad feeling the first couple scenes don't work and the ending doesn't play as well as it reads. The jokes bomb and there's not enough timing and dialogue. It needs to be fleshed out. But will all the really funny shit towards the end make up for it? Cross my fingers and toes.
I need a scotch and soda badly.
At least I learned a helluva lot about writing. I actually had the arrogance to think my two or three stage directions were enough.
I think I'm gonna throw up.
Where the fuck is Scott Masaki when you really need him?
On the one hand, I'm kinda happy it sold out. On the other, PRESSURE!
Okay, time to leave for Palamino's. Pray they don't hurt me.
Monday, April 10, 2000, 2:20am
Okay... I think the play went well. Real good in fact. I think I'm actually gonna keep that one for myself.
On the other hand, I managed to write a little but work was fucked up for the rest of the week. In fact, I've been drunk all weekend. I'm still drinking beer.
I think I'm obsessed. All someone has to do is just mention Her and I literally have to keep myself in check to not go hog wild and ask a whole bunch of questions.
I'd really like to say that this is the last journal entry I'm gonna do drunk but... Frick, I'm sorry but drinking is fun damnit!
And you don't realize the week I had. For the love of Allah, I saw a woman peeing on the street while I was in the middle of my lunch. She just hunkered down on the sidewalk and started pissing!
And I drove all the way to Costco to get Episode One and I forgot my fucking card again!
And and and...
I'm whining.
Must control, must control.
I'll put in my new Tracy Chapman CD. Track one is really nice. $13.99 at Circuit City. And I wonder why I'm having trouble scraping the last two hundred bucks for the Vegas plane ticket.
And it's not like I don't lead a full life damnit! I don't spend the whole day whining and stuff... Like... Like... Like the other day! Yeah! The other day I saw the new trailer for the X Men movie! I have hope that it's not gonna suck! You know, if I got to choose what member of the X Men I'd be, I'd choose Cyclops. He was always my favorite. What does that say about me? He's the leader of the X Men so does that mean that I'd like to be a leader or that I have aspirations towards collecting leadership abilities? He's also the only male member who seems to be in a stable relationship. Does that mean that I secretly long to be in a fulfilling and healthy monogamous deal with the right woman?
Frankly I just want to be able to do optic blasts and wear those cool ruby red quartz sunglasses when I'm in civilian mode.
Like I told Cock Eyes at work while watching the preview, "Gawd I'm a dork."
I been drinking all day since the auto show. I gotta piss. I'll be right back.
Back. You ever notice that most folks wanna be Wolverine? I mean, don't get me wrong; adamantium claws are a good thing to have, but he's short and furry and frankly, that's a little too close to home for me. Collosus would be cool too. You can instantly turn yourself into steel and head butt Denby Fawcett or however the fuck you spell her name.
Oh and the other night at Ball Kicker's birthday party (yes I finally karaoked and basically, drunkenly, yelled through Weezer's "Buddy Holly")... What was I talking about? Oh yeah, ever since the play people always tell me shit I should stick in a play. That night I got a dozens requests to add the line "Can I suck your nuts?" and also to include the woman peeing. Now, we all know how the first play went. And now I'm gonna add this stuff in? Oh gee, if I ever do a second one, with all those additions, it's gonna be a REAL class act. Kiss my Pulitzer Prize goodbye.
