Tuesday, Apr. 29, 2003 | 1:40 PM

I have crazy butterflies in my stomach right now. Retarded crazy cross eyed butterflies flying upside down and into one another.

(But I also have in my stomach the following: an absolutely delicious portabello mushroom, brie, and roasted red pepper sandwich on foccacia bread. Best sandwich ever, no doubt.)

I can barely sit still. Five and � hours until my rehearsal alone with co-star. OK Anna, shut up and stop squirming. I have been reduced to a giggling maniac. I don�t think I�ve ever acted like this about someone�ok maybe DH.

I wonder what the heck we�re gonna do at rehearsal? My skin is tingling and I can�t stop smiling. It�s probably going to be anti-climactic. What exactly am I expecting to happen? That he�ll take me in his arms and seduce me? That he�ll confess his undying crush on me? That he�ll slip my dress over my head and kiss my neck and shoulders and then�

Doubtful. Highly doubtful. I don�t even have any real evidence that he likes me. I mean, I think he�s attracted to me, but I highly doubt he�s �officially� into me.

We�re going to work tonight. That�s what we�re doing. It�s not a friggin� date fer chrissakes. I mean, yes we�ll be discussing our character�s relationship and their sex life and such. But it�s professional. Strictly professional. If there is any making out, it will be in that context.

I have the shivers right now. My heart is beating a million miles a minute. My lips are tremblings and just begging to be kissed.

Co-star Co-star Co-star.

(I wish I felt comfortable telling you his real name because it�s so damned cute.)