I woke up at 4 o'clock this morning to start getting dressed, because we had to be in costume and makeup when we arrived. (What morons actually get at that early?!?) So we got there, I ate a Rice Krispies treat, and we were just hanging out, talking about how badly we're going to screw up tonight just because a lot of people are going to be watching.

Then this tired-looking lady with a headset walked in (she turned out to be the stage manager) and said that we would be on around seven. Okay, cool, I thought. So we got some coffee and watched TV on another station. Then the host, Pamela, came running through the room, her hands behind her back fiddling with her microphone and yelled "SHIT!!" It was incredibly hilarious. This lady is Very Perky, almost to the point where it's annoying. Actually, it is annoying. So it kind of caught me off guard when she ran into the room cursing at me for watching another network. Or so I first thought.

So then we were escorted into the studio. They counted down from 30 seconds. Then the guy pointed his finger and then, like magic, Perky Pamela was Perky Pamela again instead of Prozac Pamela. I just smiled and went on with my interview. They commented on how nice the costumes and set are and blah, blah, blah. Then we performed our scene. It was okay. I've done that scene a million times, so it wasn't too special. It was actually kind of neat that I got to be on television at seven o'clock in the morning to call someone a "gimlet-eye." I'll probably never do that again.

Argh.

Oh, during the interview, they mentioned the fact that I "was the daughter of a well-known area actress." My mom got all flustered and she was laughing until we left the station.

MOM: I can't believe they said that about me. Well-known, my ass.
ME: You're full of crap and you know it.
MOM: Am not. You would say the same thing if they said that about you.
JESSICA: (overhearing our conversation) She's right. You are full of crap, Betsy.
ME: Ha. Told you.
MOM: Shut up.
ME: Oh, you and your modesty issues.

So after we left I got about five calls on my cell phone from my friends who saw it and reminded me that "they would be sure to see me tonight before the show!" Thanks, you guys. I can't tell you what this means to me, you know, for you to come visit me backstage and get me all nervous right before the show.

News on the Roach Front: I was still wary of entering my dressing room last night. I had someone check it 485726942 times before I would go in. However, a bottle of roach spray was left backstage for us last night, and Brooke brought a bottle of her own. We're armed and ready, you evil little buggers. Bring it on.

No curtain problems either, last night. I was seen changing onstage again, though. I don't really mind it anymore. It's actually kind of entertaining to just stand there with my arms out and have five people dress me, fix my hair, and touch up my makeup. And it only takes about two and a half minutes to do, which is really amazing, if you knew what we had to go through.

I'm still sitting here in my costume. I just don't feel like changing. I think I'm delirious, though. I went to bed at 1:15 this morning and woke up at four, and I'll be out until after midnight tonight, at the earliest. Good lord. And all I needed this morning was Perky/Prozac Pamela. Jesus God Almighty.

I need to go take a nap, but I doubt I'll be able to get to sleep. I just saw someone on TV named Dick Divine. Honest to God, I'm not making this up. I ought to take a digital picture of the screen so all the google freaks who typed in "Dick Divine" can see it.

Tee hee. Sorry to let you down.

And now, my cats are hissing at me and threatening me with death if I don't go feed them. I suspect they'll eat each other any moment if I don't. And besides that, I have to go watch more of Dick Divine.

Ciao.

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