Mike and Maggie came down for a visit this weekend. Today's his birthday. I only got to hang out with them for a couple hours, but those few hours were satisfying.

I went for a short hike with Matt and Becky yesterday and today the outside edges of my legs hurt. Not bad, just a slow ache. I don't have rehearsal tonight. Which feels really weird, but I'm sure I'll manage to waste it away unproductively as per my usual.

I have been fighting an urge to call Matt all day long. I spent the whole weekend with the boy, and it isn't a crush, I just like spending time with him. I like talking to him. The same way I like hanging out with Mike or Kyle. The main reason I want to call him is to tell him about the movie I saw last night. I watched a streaming video called "Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story" that Matt and I had read about in a list of the top 50 cult films. It's a strange intense little biopic made with Barbie dolls. Totally illegal, no rights to any of the songs or the Barbie image, but a keen movie nonetheless. And I want to tell ol' Mateo that I saw it and he could see it if he wanted.

I just finished reading all the little 10-minute plays I've been assigned to direct for Valdez this year. One of them is pretty good. Three are mediocre. Two are absolutely terrible. The full length seems pretty good so far. Lots of short little scenes with sex. Always makes for fun fun fun, eh?

I am almost falling asleep here at work. My head falls back, my eyes close, and, content, I just let myself stay like that for a couple minutes before yawning and acting like I'm busy. Right now I'm gonna go back to reading "Guy and Virginia Fuck Other People."