Not quite crystallised

It's never very sensible for me to write a post that hasn't been formulating in my head for at least a day beforehand. Otherwise, I spend a vast amount of time editing and deleting as I go along. However, the pressure of a dated blog has forced my hand and I must write something.

Things are moving on apace, particularly the wedding which is now less than three months away. I don't have a photographer which is something of a worry, but we can always busk it if necessary. People are coming, they have cameras, we'll cope.

I've heard back from somewhere about a placement in casting, yet to hear about dates, something else has popped up that I'm giving serious thought to and I have to redo my CV.

MuleBoy is entirely done, his last five assignments are in and we're feeling all light and happy with the knowledge that people can come round without him having to work it into his schedule. Always a plus.

It's raining but you probably knew that.

I saw Zodiac and it was very good. Dad'll enjoy it immensely, I reckon. Mum'll fall asleep but be insistent that she enjoyed it regardless.

I got very drunk on Sunday and miraculously did not get any form of hangover beside an appetite that felt like a yawning abyss. I was going out for an Italian the next day, though, so it worked out all right.

I'm in a play. I'm finding the lines something of a struggle as my discipline is shot from lack of practice. I've got a week to learn a lot of stuff. I'm sure I'll manage.

I gardened on Saturday and my legs still hurt. This may have been exacerbated by not realising the Greyhound races were outside.

I'm back to Urban Funk after it conflicting with work for several months and shall enjoy the last two weeks of the class enormously. I hope.

I've deleted from GoSupermodels and got addicted from MySpace. I discovered it's actually quite fun there when you start talking to people. Yay for fun.

Umm, let me know if I've left anything out. Perhaps you'd like to hear more about my exploits with an improvisational band known as F*ck Knows and the Dilapitated (sic) Llamas. I would change the spelling but I think it adds to the charm. This was while drunk on Sunday and we created 14 songs, the last of which was called Fifteen Songs because we'd miscounted. Other classics were Chicken Stew and Albino Loving. Strange night: Zombie bouncing down the stairs, magical disappearing pizza, MuleBoy's fanclub, Randy McNewman in the living room. It was very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very good.