I'm meant to be staying in bed, but I was forced to come in to college. Ah well, I can arse around until 12:00, when we have to go in and rehearse, wear crap costumes, get standard "pep talk" (ie. a bollocking) from Luke, et ceteri.
Quite happy this morning because 1. I'm seeing Pooka, 2. I'm performing and 3. I weigh eight stone, exactly. I have lost weight - not enough though. I want to be so skinny that I rot from view ....
Pooka, I love you, and I'll do all I can in an attempt to make you feel better tonight. Even though I won't see you much cuz I'll be on stage, but you're who I'm performing for.
PS. I think I'll leave my course at the end of the year.