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A wonderful weekend with Atlanta Steve, who is a truly great guy. (Saw Hedwig again with him and Gina and Erica; if I see it one more time it will tie with Beauty and the Beast for film I saw most times at the movies.) Met Matt and his friend Amy, who was very darling and charming as all get out. I liked her very much. I don't know where these young kids are getting their self-confidence from, but boy, I do admire them.

I think it's probably getting tiresome, all this complaining about how little sleep I'm getting, so from now on I think I'll only make a note when I do get a decent amount of sleep. I've gone all Gina with the sleep-deprivation (and Gina is now Gina squared re: insomnia, sadly.)

Still reading World of Wonders by that exquisite dead Canadian and favourite author of my mother, Robertson Davies. Now I feel the need to quote a bit from the book; it's the bit that started me off on my self-loathing, introspective bullshit jag last night wherein I couldn't fall asleep until 5 am for pondering what a fool I am:

I hadn't twigged that in a theatrical company-- or any artistic organization, for that matter-- the hierarchy is decided by talent, and that art is the most rigorously aristocratic thing in our democratic world....

...'Stop telling us what an ass you were,' said Kinghovn. 'Even I recognize that as an English trick to pull the teeth of our contempt. 'Oh, I say, what a jolly good chap: says he's an ass, don't yer know; he couldn't possibly say that if he was really an ass...'

and, a few pages before:

They saw The Master fully ten times when they were young, and loved it so that they wrote out the whole play from memory-- I don't suppose it was very accurate, but they did-- and sent it to Sir John with an adoring letter. Sort of tribute from playgoers whose life he had illumined, you know. I could hardly believe it when I was young, but I know better now: fans get up to the queerest things in order to associate themselves with their idols.

And, may I add in the slightly outdated vernacular of roughly my generation: mad props to Steve for putting up with my "I am such an ass"ery on Sunday night. A truly wonderful guy, he is. Word.

Also: he and I went to see Aggie's new (first) apartment on Avenue A. I love it, I love it. I wish I could be the roommate that she needs to get, but circumstances prevent it. I shall, however, be quite a regular. It's such a lovely little bohemian cave, cramped and funky and strung with Christmas lights and stuffed with mismatched furniture. It makes me feel so romantic about la vie boheme, as it were. I'm so proud of her I could just swing her about. (She doesn't take kindly to being swung about, however, so I shall do it mentally.)

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