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March 16, 2019:

THE SLEEP-DEPRIVED BK

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Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry because I had all of ninety minutes of sleep and I am ready to collapse.  A lot of that was due to worrying about the book mistake and wanting to get that all fixed as quickly as possible, but nothing is quick with these people, so I had to get tough.  That all began around five-thirty in the morning and I wanted to stay up for any e-mails and calls.  I think I got back in bed around eight and slept the other forty minutes there.  So, I’ve been horrifyingly tired all the livelong day and evening, yesterday-wise.

I had the meeting with the new helper and that went well and is going to work out very nicely.  I’m breathing a lot easier now about that whole transition.  That was over around 10:45 and I tried to go back to bed but it didn’t work.  And then, of course, I got all obsessed with the newspapers.com thing and spent hours going through whole years.  There are a couple of real shockers in the hunt – like where I saw Attack of the Puppet People – I was sure it was the Wiltern but it never played there, it played south of there at the Uptown, which is where I would have had to have seen it, although my one and only memory of being in the Uptown was seeing Have Rocket, Will Travel, but there’s no other real explanation.  Otherwise, my memory was pretty spot on for everything.  If you read yesterday’s posts you’ll get the whole history of what I was seeing.

Then I shaved and showered, went and picked up a couple of packages, then moseyed on over to the Smokehouse for a birthday dinner with Peyton and her mom. Peyton is doing a silly little reading on Monday so had to rehearse for that, so the timing was good.  I gave her a copy of the new book, and we all had filet mignon and various sides.  It was all very, very good, and the garlic cheese bread was the best I’ve ever had there, and that is saying something.  We had fun gabbing and Peyton recently lost a part – down to her and another girl – but I told her it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with the crazy director who is somewhat notorious for the way in which he casts and does callbacks.  She said she’ll start on the book immediately.

After dinner, I came right home and went back to newspaperland.  I got pretty much through full years from 1960 to the end of 1962.  It was fun to see exactly when I became interested to see theater and the ads I followed until I finally bit the bullet and saw The Tenth Man at the Huntington Hartford.  It was also fun to read reviews of shows, including pretty much a dismissive review of the tryout for Oliver.  I think I’ll use up my free trial and then cancel, since dear reader Charles informed me that the LA Times is a premium paper that costs more than their advertised rate. That kind of bait and switch is not for me, baby.

I had a telephonic call but could barely keep my eyes open.  And Grant called and asked me to go to some concert thing tonight and I said I would.  And that was that.

Today, I will sleep in as late as I possibly can because I really need to catch up on the sleep I missed.  I’ll hopefully pick up packages, and then Grant and I will eat and then attend whatever this concert thing is.  I will, of course, have a full report for you.

Tomorrow, I will also sleep in as late as possible, and then just relax and eat something light.  Next week is busy with prepping two more releases and getting them to the printers, plus we’re shipping out Kurt Weill Revisited, too.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, hopefully pick up packages, sup, and attend a concert. Today’s topic of discussion: How accurate is your memory about where and when you saw movies and theater and other stuff when you were growing up?  Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, the sleep-deprived BK.

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