Do you ever have dreams about dreams that you just had? I do sometimes.

Tonight I'm having a pity party for myself in room 468 of the Vanderbilt YMCA. You both are invited. In fact, I'd love you to come.

It is 10am.

This morning I got up at 7.30 to try to go to Lincoln Center and get free tickets to see the New York City Ballet perform "Romeo and Juliet". The line wound around the block and I didn't get them. But when I went to the bathroom this morning to brush my teeth, I noticed a girl come out of her room and go into the shower rooms. I notice this specific girl a lot because, one, she lives on my floor, and two, we used to work at the Gap together. Since living in the same building with her, I've begun to notice what an odd drive she has. It's as though she's always determined to do whatever she's doing. Just determined.

So this particular morning, I noticed her go into the shower room. As I began to brush my teeth, she came into the bathroom and began to brush hers. I finished brushing mine, and I believe that it was in the middle of my mouthwash gargling that I realized she'd probably turned the water in the shower on to let it get warm, but I happen to know that this girl brushes her teeth forever and that the showers don't need that much time to get warm. In fact, in the time that it took me to brush my teeth, gargle mouthwash, pee, and wash my hands, she brushed her teeth. Somewhere in that time, I decided that if she hadn't left before I did, that I would go into the bathroom and turn her shower off. Sure enough, I washed my hands and she was still brushing away, finally beginning to finish up. So I went into the shower room, where, sure enough, the shower was running--and it was turned on to as hot as you can turn those knobs--and I turned it off. As I opened the door to leave, guess who is walking in. I said "Excuse me" and left.

I went back to my room and wondered what our next interaction would be like. What if we found ourselves both waiting for the elevators at the same time. Would she ask me if I'd turned the water off? What would I say?

I didn't see her until I came back from my unsuccessful ballet trek. I saw her walking down the hallway in my direction, and I averted my eyes when we passed.

I wonder what she did when she came in and the shower that had been running when she left was now off. I wonder what she thought I'd been doing in there, as there was absolutely no reason for me to be in that room. I wonder how long it took her to connect my presence with the mysterious stoppage of her water. Most of all, I wonder if she thinks I'm crazy. I probably am.

I'm having an odd week. The play is over, and though that's sort of nice, it's left me with nothing to do in my evenings. Also, Kevyn left on Monday for a ten day vacation to Las Vegas and LA. So now I have even less to do with my evenings. Somehow, though, this whole week, I've gone to bed at 1 am every night, and woken up at 8.30 am or earlier every day. It's pretty much my own doing--I keep staying up to watch Scrubs at 11.30 and midnight.

I guess that's all I've got to say.

It is several hours later now. I got up at 8.30 today to rehearse with my scene partner, who called me ten minutes before I was about to walk out the door to tell me that he was at the dentist and would be unable to rehearse. Everything he says is a lie. I decided that I could go to school, get a little work done and nap, or finish watching "Spiderman" (which I'd started last night) and then go to school. Obviously I chose Spiderman. Boy, that was a good decision.

Scooters

I've decided to make this post about scooters because I always see that as an example of what one can label one's post, and today I want to correctly label a post about scooters.

-My brother's childhood nickname was Scooter.
-Once when he was a baby my parents went out to dinner at a Chinese restaurant with him. The waiter asked what his name was; misunderstanding their reply of "It's Doug" the waiter called him "Stug" all night long.

-Has either of you ever eaten a Scooter Pie? What are they?
-If I ever go on a crosscountry musical roadtrip I will take up smoking just that I can buy "a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies".

-My brother Scooter once owned a scooter. You both might remember when he drove that scooter through a school hallway.
-I told him yesterday that I wished he had driven the scooter across the platform when he graduated high school. Oh well.

-I like to see grown men in business suits riding Razor scooters around the city. It warms the cockles of my heart.

-I once ran into a purple Mack truck while riding a scooter. (That was on a vacation, so I can also label this post Vacation. Also, I fell down, so can I label this Fall as well?)
-I wasn't badly injured in this accident but I still have a fairly prominent scar from it on my arm. For a good while I had little feeling in the area where that scar was. Don't worry, it's back now.

-Mrs. Dowling called it "Scooting" when her dog would sit down on a rug or the ground and pull itself along by its front legs, effectively wiping its ass on whatever surface it was scooting on.

Anyone got any to share?

We have five rehearsals left. Half of the readers of this blog are coming to see my play. That makes it sound like a lot, but it's not. It's really not.

Also, have either of you seen the movie "The Secret of Roan Inish"? It's great.

I don't really have much to say. Actually, if I talked about my day yesterday, it would sound a lot like Katie's last post, but without the flowers and cupcakes. We went out to brunch with his family then took a two hour nap then I won in Rummy then we both painted for several hours, then we made steak and watched old episodes of NBC's Comedy Night Done Right. That's the painting I'm painting. Kevyn painted me painting. Craaaaazy, right? This morning we will make rice krispie treats and take pictures and then I will go to school and then we will go to a hookah party. And then we will sleep and sleep and sleep like babies.

I need my beauty rest for next week.

Oh god, it's next week.