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August 16, 2004
Man vs. Machine
I am sitting at a seedy public terminal in the Fremont Public Library. The machines have risen up against me. In the last four days, the DSL at home abruptly stopped working, my hard drive completely crashed, and my stupid cell phone failed to let me know that I had an important message from a director.
I dunno what I'm going to do if my laptop doesn't come back to life. I don't want to think about it.
On a happy note, the important message from a director was that I've been cast in "Scapino" at Altarena. It's a small but interesting part, and I will be working with fabulous people, and I have really, really, really wanted to do a show there. Woohoo!
We closed "The Boys Next Door" on Saturday. I'm very sad to see it go. As Troy spun me close to him on the dance floor at the end of the first act, he whispered "That was perfect!" into my ear, and I burst into tears just as the curtain closed. What a delightful show. We had a swell cast party, with Troy, Dawn, Mary, Paula, Fred and me sitting out on the patio until the sun came up. I listened to "Oklahoma" on the way home, and it was perfect.
Rob and I celebrated the Olympics in grandly ironic style on Sunday, laying on the couch like slugs for eight hours straight. Then we went out with the Yasudae, then came home and watched four more hours of the Olympics. Thank you, TiVo!
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