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20th Tragedy written @ 12:30 PM on July 16, 2003 My spirits are high and will hopefully remain that way, but today in general is a day of tragedy. Why? Because today is my parents' 20th anniversary. Sad, isn't it, what they've come down to? I told Tricia a week or so ago that they have separated, and while she was sympathetic, I think she had a hard time understanding where I was coming from. I have not given any of my college friends access to my diary, and I don't think I will, but because I have not done so-- and I've hardly mentioned my parents at all over the course of the year-- she and anyone else at NKU don't quite understand. Brian had no clue. I don't want sympathy. I want change, a solution. A course of action. In spite of this being their 20th, in my mind they've only been married for sixteen or seventeen years. Mom is in Rhode Island now on vacation with my brother. Dad is back from his business trip, and now he wants to have dinner with me tonight. He's still trying to establish a strong relationship with me; he always asks me questions about what I do at work, if I'm dating, why I'm not dating, and things of that nature. I'm anticipating a long dinner of meaningful interrogation, in which with every answer I give my dad will grow more and more aware of how little he knows about me. See why I'm slightly apprehensive about tonight? See why this is a tragedy? *** In brighter news, I have officially completed the scenic and lighting design for my second job at the Performance Gallery, and the American premiere of "In Flame" is scheduled for Thursday night. I'm relieved that I'm finished. The sets-- while not quite what I was looking for-- turned out appropriately for the type of show that it is. Now that I've seen the show performed, I like it much better. As it turns out, Brian from the Cincinnati Shakespeare Festival (girls, this would be the very hot, very sexy one who performed the bartender in "The Weir" and Iago in "Othello") is playing one of the main characters. In addition to this, Kaitlin, the girl who played Emily in Lakota East's "Our Town" this past year, is my light board operator! Never met the girl before, and it only dawned on me who she was when she mentioned "Our Town." Halfway into dress rehearsal, she looked at me and said, "Fuck! You're Sam Reno!" Mind you, I had been talking to her all up through this moment, giving cues and helping her set the board, not having realized I never introduced myself to her. "... Yes, I think I am," I said. "Oh my God! They still talk about you at East like a legend!" At that point, I just busted out laughing. Apparently, I've been immortalized. So Kaitlin and I had a good laugh at how theater at Lakota East sucked this year, and how Schmaltz and Jackie and all those people still talk about me and try to run things like I had done, etc, etc. I have a feeling now, more than ever, that I'm going to be returning to that school to turn the theater around. All I need to do is figure out how to get college credit for it. *** In scarier news, the whispering and the humming and heavy footfalls at my house continue. This morning the ghosts turned very tame and quiet. It was then that I realized that I had been humming and singing myself-- and that was what silenced them. Why? I don't fucking know; I didn't think any of them were fans of Sarah Brightman or the songs from "Fiddler on the Roof." But if singing is the only thing that gets them to shut up, I'll sing all night if I have to. The crow was not there last night.
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