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The show went surprisingly well considering the snow and the stress both related and not. We actually had an audience... and and... more cereal than you could possibly imagine! (The piece opens with one of the characters knocking over a box of cereal while fumbling about hungover, and the resulting mess gets referred to throughout the play-- we had never, for whatever reason, had a chance to rehearse with actual cereal before, and I was concerned the cereal problem would not be obvious enough. Oh my god. I didn't realize there was that much cereal in a box. It sort of became entirely about the cereal at points it was so abundant, but hey, whatever works).

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I've spent the day listening to a CD compiliation we were given by the show's producer/director. Mostly, it's bittersweet end of the world songs only appropriate for listening to in the dying quasi-cities of upstate New York. It makes me sad, and slow, but it's also really helped ease the panic of current situations down. Which is good. It's been a real high-pitched couple of days and weeks.

Also on the CD though is some _awful_ Hungarian or Romanian pop song (I can't remember), half translated into English, with terible lyrics, weird grammar and strange inflection and something that sounds a bit like yodelling. It's like watching Italian MTV in 1985, and I love everything about it.