Good Lord I'm tired.
Got back from watching The Vortex (Will Young playing The Estranged Son) at 11. It was good - I enjoyed it. The end was a bit melodramatic, but the woman playing The Mother was amazing. It was quite fun, really. :) Plus, it was by Noel Coward - therefore it was good by proxy.
There was one moment, though, that I don't remember at all - a woman in the next block along from me fainted at the end of Act 1. She distacted a third or so of the audience. (The cast bravely acted on - kudos to them!) ... It was worrying. :S
Anyway, got back at 11 and proptly set out making crumpets and tea to do the Latin homework. That took about 45 minutes, which was nice. (Normally it takes for-freaking-ever. :D I am SO GLAD I did the Tacitus translation this morning, though. :S *would be dead now, if not for that*) Then I started the Theatre Studies immediately. It's taken me, what, an hour to get it done? (I can't add up right now - tell me if that I'm wrong and tell me what I really mean?)
I'm not 100% happy, but I never am. And it's only a first draft. (I need to edit it in the morning ...)
And now, I go to beddy-byes. BUT FIRST --
scripteens, thankyou for keeping me company! And don't be sorry about my stupid bruised slightly-swollen weak ankle. It's fine. :) *hug*
*waves* G'night! (And also, Good Afternoon Australia! ... it's Summer there, that's a weird throught. *ponders*)
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