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Thursday 4.12.03 | FUCKING students, bloody hate them sometimes - come into uni to try and sort my emails out because my bloody broadband isn't working, and it's like trying to work in the monkey-cage at the zoo; people gassing, BRINTY girls prattling and giggling about inanities, just want to scream 'Oh go fuck yourselves' - especially as most are blatantly irrelevant scientists. Fucking. Dark mumbling. Friday 5.12.03 I had best not slag off the Union at UCL at the moment because I am waiting to hear from them about whether they're going to deign to give me a week in a UCL theatre next term, and if they happen to read a torrent of abuse about them (unlikely) written by me on here, I don't think it will help my case. But wait for it, because I can feel it brewing... Tuesday 9.12.03 RAH, rant not needed although above-mentioned committee are clearly SHIT; main thing is that the play I am directing now as a week booked in the theatre, so rah. I have 14 weeks to throw this show together, and I already know that I am going to do nothing until approximately week 13.5, when you will find me desperately panicking and giggling at my up-shit-creeked-ness. I just know this is how it's going to happen, it could scarcely take any other course :-) Weekend was very quiet, just spend pretending to work and actually pratting about in the flat spending time on inanities like washing and spending lots of cash which I don't have. Oops. | |||||||||
