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Bloody hell. It's no longer Halloween. It's six in the bloody morning. How did it get to be six in the morning?
Unfortunately, two shots of JD is all it takes to make me forget that you don't go from spirits to lighter stuff. And after that, a pint of cider is the end of sanity.... I have amusingly little memory of the remainder of the evening. I vaguely remember kebabs coming into it somewhere, which is worrying, cos I'm a vegetarian. I actually slept a bit between about one and about four, but then some of the guys on my corridor got back... and now it's six o clock. I've pretty much sobered up.
And I was just about drunk enough to very, very vaguely come out to a couple of my new flatmates. Unfortunately, one of THEM was just about drunk enough to... to share his views on homosexuality and the bible, which... shall we say made for some interesting discussion. It was all very civilised. He was very polite. But we were still both really rather drunk, and really rather in disagreement. And we agreed to have the conversation again sober some time, which in retrospect was probably a bad idea.....
So. I'm going to go back to bed.

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On a completely unconnected note, James has joined the Territorial Army, which is just about the biggest turn off anywhere ever. So. Yes. Having a gay week. Or mebbe month. Or life.

Nyeh

I was planning on going home for my birthday weekend (21-23 Novemeber), but the bastards in charge of the show I'm doing have stuck rehearsals on the Friday, Saturday AND Sunday.

... Friday rehearsal finishes at 10pm. The last train back to London leaves at 10.10. So I could skip the Saturday rehearsal, be home all day Saturday, see the school show at my old school, wake up at home on my birthday, and then go back to college Sunday lunchtime.... but NYEH. Mebbe I could skip the Sunday rehearsal too, but I can't see them being to happy about that, as I'm already going to have to skip the dress rehearsal, I'm going to be doing a concert in London with my other choir on that day....

Yeah. That week is going to be seriously stressy. I've got the concert in London on the Wednesday and the show runs Thursday-Saturday. There're rehearsals for the Wednesday concert on the Tuesday night, which means I'm probably going to have to miss those show rehearsals too.... God I'm fucking glad I'm not doing the lead........

But then after that I'll only have one week left of term. Which is quite seriously odd.

Anyway. Back to the Dickensian grindstone. Our Mutual Bloody Friend, this week. I was supposed to read it over the summer. I didn't....