What a day... awake at 5.30am. Morning pages, gym, work, French cooking class, first read-through of the play (on the other side of the city!) and home at 11.30pm.  I. Am. Knackered.  Night!

A sad day, with lots of tears... but a tomorrow to look forward to starting on Walking in This World and first read-through of the play. Yes, I have much to be thankful for.

A message from a friend saying another of our friends has taken his own life, leaving behind a wife and two beautiful little children.  All I can think is 'why?', but the truth is, we will never know.  RIP Steve. x

If I spent the afternoon cooking dinner for two friends who are due at 6.30pm and one texts me at 5.30pm to say he's not coming because his ex-boyfriend has gone off the rails, I'm allowed to be a little bit pissed off, right?

Spending an entire day doing the most boring data-entry style work (building price tables in a ticketing system) has reinforced that I really need to get my act together and find work which allows me creativity AND a decent pay packet.

Is it lame to be so excited about getting a steam mop? I don't care if it is. It's ace!

Making or rearranging playlists on my iPod makes me happy.