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I've still not given out the Gmails -- I'll do it later, and everyone who asked, as I get more invites, I'll just go through you all sequentially, and as for the moment, I'm giving priority to those I have long standing f2f connections with.

I watched Something the Lord Made on HBO the other night. It was one of those lesser HBO projects where they knew they could take lots of short cuts, because at the end of the day they had great performances and a good story, even if the script needed a bit more thwacking about. It was sort of what inspired me to go to a speech class right now, because my god... I always forget how intensely wowed I am with Alan Rickman's voice (yeah yeah, fangirls unite, fuck off), even if he can't do accents worth a damn at all (although his southern one was better than I expected). Anyway, it was funny, because a) the medical stuff made it nearly unwatchable for me and b) Alan Rickman playing mean professor types causes me to giggle a lot. But I suppose one takes their entertainment where they can get it. At any rate, no speech classes until fall, my schedule and HB Studio's are not computing. Also, as I've ISSUES about my voice, I'm probably also being a dense about making my schedule fit.

A role I really want to audition for was just rereleased in the breakdowns. I doubt I'll get called in for it, but I just sent a headshot again, with a note this time, expressing my interest. Short film about Orson Welles. Hello, sign me the fuck up. I suppose if I do get the audition I will be in soundly over my head, but that's when I do best.

Talked to Cate for hours on the phone last night, 'til the battery heated up and I wondered if my eyeballs were boiling. I'll get to see Amanda next week, and can hardly believe that. Yay. And now, logistics, logistics, logistics.

I think the awful Kinkos employee who threatened me was fired. I've not seen him the last times I've been in there. I am glad, and not just reasonably so, but perversely.

Father's day is this weekend, and gay pride is next. Did I mention logistics?

I got my business cards the other day. They are the sexy, but if anyone cares don't ever go to Reproductions on a Tuesday -- the whole world is there, and it's not just a hassle, but depressing. Also there was a woman, younger than me, picking up headshots for her prepubescent daughter, that involved a sexy bust-thrusting pose. She paid for it with a check from some company that sounded very much like a strip club or worse. It was distressing. The industry is weird and yucky and I actually have the good fortune of forgetting that a lot.

I have to clean my room tonight because people are coming to clean the air conditioners tomorrow. I am irrationally and ridiculously put out by this, but perhaps I can work up the right sort of anger to put on some Violent Femmes, thinking about people I no longer talk to and scour my frigging floor.

P.S. - I am so sick of model casting people treating me as if I am stupid. Actually, I am sick of people in general treating me as if I am stupid, especially when it's that they can't keep up with me and presume it's some sort of flaw on my part -- hell, if they don't understand me, I must not be making any sense. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

P.P.S -- could this horoscope make my Australia trip seem any farther away? A couple from Houston had been trying to conceive a child for ten years. Finally, with the help of in vitro fertilization and fertility drugs, Jeffrey and Sheryl McGowen succeeded extravagantly. Two eggs were implanted in Sheryl, and both split. Nine months later she gave birth to two sets of identical twins. "I think God has a sense of humor," said Jeffrey. "He took a vacation, and when he got back from it he answered all of my prayers at once." Keep this story in mind, Libra. It will help prepare you for what God does for you upon returning from vacation.