"That''' do pig, that'll do."

As much as I don't particularly enjoy this self-imposed analogy (see Babe), I feel it appropriate considering the goings on of tonight's rehearsal. I gave opprobrium a thorough lashing. Despite the personal joygasm I felt, even more exhilarating was the approval that I recieved from The Phocian. I feel like I should bear his children, bake him a cake, or buy him a small country. After finally accepting that he cast me for my talent, not my appearance or enormous sex appeal (see the entry of Oct. 30th). Opening night is in 8 days and it's time to Fuck the Audience.