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*checks bag o' stuff* Well, dang. Looks like I'm fresh outta rehearsals. None left. Looks like it's time for a show.

Assassins opens tomorrow, folks, at the Kensington Arts Theatre. Hope you'll make it. Good times will be had by all. Just... earmuffs would not be a bad idea, for gunfire and/or coarse language, both of which are ably provided by yours truly. Tada!

I could spin you a story from our final rehearsal right now, but the truth is I'm too damn tired. I'm hitting the showers, and going to bed. Well. After I dry off. From the shower. Then, you know. Straight to... to bed.

Right then.