As usual. 

1 PORT remains unfinished. NO EXCUSE hadn't helped like I thought it would.

So dam torturous.

To ease the pain I watched Tennant and Tate's Much Ado with the lights off and the room frozen and  a burning cup of tea, which is a balm like no other. 

I signed up for Tembusu's production of Grease, and auditions are on the 14th next month. 

Hope all goes well. I'm moving in on the 30th, which seems a bit soon but i'm quite thrilled I suppose.

Terrified, but thrilled.

I've heard of slow internet connections and bad toilets.

Which is awful, cause I've gotten used to optic fibre bzzzmmmmm.

I don't think I can finish the PORT today. It's a bit late for the brand of patience it demands.

Although every hour nowadays seems late.