What a difference a day makes.
Four days ago, I was irritably thinking that I couldn't quite believe I'd talked myself into entering this year's one act play festival. How time-consuming it would be. How much better it would be to stay home and hibernate for a gloomy and chill January rather than dragging along to the chilly cheerless rehearsal rooms to end by confronting the rage and / or consternation of the conservative SCDA committee. So I thought on 24 Dec.
But three days later, having gorged on a month's worth of shopping in only a day and done the duty rounds of available relatives, I'm starting to think a little project for January is a rather more appetising prospect. So I should set to my totalitarian state research.
And await the verdict of my three festival venue applications for my little project for the summer.
What a fine cultural year it should be.
Four days ago, I was irritably thinking that I couldn't quite believe I'd talked myself into entering this year's one act play festival. How time-consuming it would be. How much better it would be to stay home and hibernate for a gloomy and chill January rather than dragging along to the chilly cheerless rehearsal rooms to end by confronting the rage and / or consternation of the conservative SCDA committee. So I thought on 24 Dec.
But three days later, having gorged on a month's worth of shopping in only a day and done the duty rounds of available relatives, I'm starting to think a little project for January is a rather more appetising prospect. So I should set to my totalitarian state research.
And await the verdict of my three festival venue applications for my little project for the summer.
What a fine cultural year it should be.
posted by Claire at 7:09 pm
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