End of Act One.

So, the abbreviated version of the weekend...

Good God, I'm bloody knackered! We've been up pretty early both days to do the play (which has gone swimmingly, I should note - what a pleasant, talented bunch these chaps are) and up late doing the evening performances. I have Monday and Tuesday without performances but I still have to work. Wah.

Certain people are still behaving oddly. Veeery oldly. Not that I object, especially, but it's a bit... odd. If I'm honest, I couldn't much care either way, but I don't like being confused.

Still haven't seen a certain other person for a while. Why must the pretty ones be so elusive?

I need to learn to drive. I'm so jealous of Christian's freedom.

Atlantis season three. Jury is still out. The only consistent secondary is vaguely annoying. I hope that improves. It's still not the same without the familiar old faces from season one.

The next two days will be filled with website and writing. I'm knackered. It'll mostly be crap.

I should really go to bed. I'm just afraid that I won't wake up in time, tomorrow.

I hope I get to see the Pretteh.