I'd say there's a cracking game of cribbage going on in heaven tonight between my Dada, Grandpa Bill, Grandma Nell, Uncle Bill and Auntie May, who left us today, aged 96. 

Vale, amazing Maysie. You were one of my staunchest supporters, and most loved of aunties.

My new neighbour moved in today.

She was one of the teachers who'd bring her students to all the shows at the theatre company I used to work for in Sydney.

She's also working at the same uni as me.

Final essay submitted - at 2.45AM - followed by a full day of work and dinner with friends of my parents.

Exhausted doesn't even begin to cover it.

No way this essay is going to be submitted on time... or make any sense. But the amount of fucks I give about that is minimal.

History essay done, bar the checking.

Religion essay?

FAAAARK. No idea where to even start.

It's going to be a long night.

And it all comes down to this yet again. Deadlines looming and I'm futzing around, but get sudden inspiration when I should be sleeping.

AARRRGGHH.

Unbelievably sad again today, this time at the news that Alan Rickman has died. But I love that the first instincts of those who know me best was to call/text/email to make sure I was ok.

My tribe is wonderful.

Also, Gawker's headline was perfect.

RIP good sir, and thank you for the inspiration. Always.