Last night we had a speed though of Die! Mommie, Die!and managed to complete the show in 70 minutes. It was like when Mrs. Howell ate the radioactive sugar beets on Gilligans Island. After that we started the micro-blocking of Angela Arden’s acid tripping scene. I’m having a great time so far. The cast is frigging great. How can I NOT have fun calling Merrie Greenfield a lonely, bitter souse?  Plus, she’s my maid for Christs sake. I also get to stick a giant suppository up Ed Jones ass, kiss Jeffrey Parker Olsen, stroke Zach Geoffroys hair and exchange evil stares with Veronica Sheaffer, who plays Edith Sussman to pitch perfect perfection. Wednesday after rehearsal I pulled her aside and told her ‘it’s Die! MOMMIE, DIE!, not Die! DAUGHTER, DiE!. Stop being so damn good!’ I hope I don’t have to pull a Helen Lawson on her…

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