(brief due to RSI flareup)
- Do not entirely suck at acting! Was Macbeth himself during our living-room Shakespeare. (Hostess claim, was being selfish because I find him fascinating.) Had a shit-ton of fun, even made it through the fifth act without falling over from putting so much energy into it, came close to punching a hole in the wall on tomorrow and tomorrow, got killed by a hot naked chick Macduff with katana, and then was high and exhausted for a while.
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This HURTS MY BRAIN WITH THE STOOPID. - Working on a new LARP! It is coming along at a little more than a snail's pace, which makes me happy.
- RSI flareup job-induced. Called temp agency and said I was injured and couldn't do the job anymore. They told me to work out the week. Er, how, exactly?
- I HATE TEMPING.
- Cleaned the kitchen, physically, and the house, magically. Yay magical ass-kicking.
- NO SRSLY, WE HATEZ IT, PRECIOUSSSS.
- Date with new boy! The scratches still show.
- WANT REAL JOB. OH, EXCUSE ME, JAEAEEEOOOORB.
- There, the first and only Homestar Runner reference on this journal. My geek-dick, it is growing.
- Oh! and finally saw the first two of new Torchwood. Holy fuck, Jack, do you know foreplay!