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Last night at rehearsal I told Matt and Duncan about the stressful situation (well, the most stressful situation) of this week--that Doug might not be there on Sunday if we make the finals. On Monday it looked as though he definitely wouldn't be there--now it looks as though he might well be there. At any rate after Doug and I discussed this, I called many guys--Jaaaaaaason, Ryan, Paul--to beg them to help me out. None of them could--Jason has to move on Sunday, Ryan is shooting a pilot, blah blah blah. I called Daniel, even though he wasn't really a great choice (he's too slight for the role) but at that point I would've been happy with anyone who had testicles. If necessary, I would've stood in the wings and shouted the lines. Daniel didn't think he was up to it, as he hasn't acted in a long time, but he called a friend of his who might have some names. Then I remembered Tom, who plays Menelaus. He's not ideal--a little too thin--but he's a good actor and professional. I left a very stressed out message on his voice mail. Sometime later he called back saying he could do it, no problem. I literally almost cried. I have been so stressed out by this.

At rehearsal on Wednesday I gave Tom the script; he read it and said how funny it was. I said I'd call him as soon as I knew if we needed him (we should know sometime today if Doug can do it, and we'll know sometime tomorrow if we make the finals) and he could hold the script in hand. He said he'd get off book and I almost cried again. I just--this has been a difficult week. There's a lot of other shit floating around and I just want it to be over. In addition to all this, I can't even enjoy a drink when I get home at night, as I'm on antibiotics from my dentist visit!

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Oh, yeah--as we were walking through the lobby of Ripley-Grier last night after rehearsal, Duncan spotted someone and asked me, "Is that Elizabeth?" As we realized it was Elizabeth, I started hissing "She's a witch! Burn her!" She recognized us and came over to say hey. It was great chatting with her, although I was pretty distracted. She's coming to Duncan's birthday get-together on Saturday at Brother Jimmy'z. [And as I said to Duncan, as much as I love BJ'z (hee!), they should revamp the menu slightly to include some really hardcore Southern items, like goo goo bars and RC cola, and moon pies. And deep-fried anything. And Jello served as a side dish (which is then called a "congealed salad" and topped with mayonnaise). Mmm.]

BTW, Doug, following are some of the rants I posted about He Who Must Not Be Named (the one we mentioned last night):

Rant Un

Rant Deux

Rant Trois

Those are just a few, BTW--you'd have to read all of October to get the full story.

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Paul Johnson, the hostage being held in Saudi Arabia, has been beheaded.

Paul Johnson is his name. Paul Johnson. These are the names. Paul Johnson. Paul Johnson is his name. It is not infidel or criminal or hostage or American. He was a human being and his name is Paul Johnson. He was a human being and they denied that.

I will not forget. Paul Johnson.