Hello Friday, how are you?

Jebus, what a week!
Thank the Devil herself that it is Friday. The weekend is finally here.

After a somewhat emotional/heavy-going movement lesson, we manically rehearsed Chris' 'SUM' piece. Which ended up lookin' pretty shweet.

Movement was outrageous/fantastic/brilliant/splendid/tiring/exhausting.
Tears!! Even tears.

Just about managed to make it to the end of the day, come home, eat some fucking good Alaskan Smoked Salmon, and have Ollie, Bertie, Luc', Jane, Ellie around for festivities.
We made pasta. Nice. We made tea. Nice.
Jane and me had a sneaky, secret KitKat munch! Sneaaaaak.
I missed him, of course. Hands up to that one.
Guilty.

Then my boy Luke popped around and we had some more tea and some cuddles and some talkings and words and stuff. Vocab is awesome tonight.

This week has been HARD!!
On my last legs, only two weeks to go till we finish for summer.
That will be 1 YEAR OF DRAMA SCHOOL!? HOW!? HOW!?

It's 3:38am, I'm still awake; chewing gum: drinking water (luke warm): smoking: thinking and listening to Jack Johnson. Shweet.

What do I go to bed thinking of tonight?
I know the actual answer. I'll think up a new thought for sleep.
Perhaps I'll count sheep. One, Two, Zzzzzzzz.
That won't work.
I feel another nightmare coming my way.
Just remembered I worked so hard to make my throat better, now it's fucked.

Tomorrow TO-DO:
Write essay
Tidy
Go for a walk on beach
Write
Watch a film
Make banana pancakes for Ollieee.
Spliff.
Chew gum.
Drink tea.
Text Joey.
BE OK!!!!

Think Daisy, you're seeing your mother soon!! That'll cheer you right up.
Chin up, kid.

Jodie Marsh Quote : "You're doing well, kid."
Thanks Joderrrs.

Over & Out Mate.
ZzzzZZZzzzZZzZZZZZZZZZZzzZz

That'll do pig.

Few thoughts before slumberrrRRRR..
Ipswich.
Train tickets.
Soap.
Frantic Assembly.
Packing.