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So, I was going to go to Collectormania at Braehead on Saturday but because I'm jiggering about shifts for the playreading, it's not possible anymore.  Shame, because Juliet Landau is going to be there. Amber Benson was supposed to be going - And for her I would've walked to Braehead and ninja'd my way in.  Suppose its a good thing she's not coming after all, as I'd probably end up licking her face or similar.  Not that Drusilla isn't someone to geek the fuck out about - But Tara... Oh Tara.  I'd make her sing to me.  Then lick her face.

Got a call from the literary assistant today, confirming my workshop for half 2 til half 5.  I've been running various scenarios in my head over the past day.  My safety scenario of the "potential" speech, the workshop being a "useful exercise" and the advice etc - the more likely one, really.  Then for fun, I run the fantasy scenario.  Just for fun... Then revert to low expectations of the "potential" speech to slap myself in the face.

It's kinda bugging me that I don't even know if they liked it or not.  I know that an invite like this should be indicative enough, but it's making me nervous.  After all, I didn't get great feedback from my ex-lecturer.  My fellow playwriting alum, K,  doesn't put much faith in his opinion as he's old and Ibsen-esque.  We love him to pieces, but not his theatrical taste so much.  He is a good teacher and I developed so much while at Uni.  I have wondered whether that would've happened without university, but just by maturing.  I've come to the conclusion that Uni just greatly accelerated and honed skills which I might have taken a decade or so to come round by myself.  Maybe.  Ive always been a very good self-taught pupil.  It's a shame I lack discipline.

Ah well.  Only 7 more sleeps til the day.

In addition, I'm trying to figure out whether one of the temps at work is a dirty homosexual.  Not because I fancy her - I'm just nosy.  There have been a few indicators.  First day, she was talking about Angelina Jolie films and how much she's her favourite actress.  Angie is a fantastic actress, and she would be fantastic even if she wasn't so bloody hot.  But the question I pose is: Is it possible to have huge love for a great actress that just oozes fuckability in everything she does - like Angelina?  That could just be me though, having mooned over her for 7 years now...

Anyway, I'll probe further.  My gaydar is just awful.  I'm really only good at "ten footers" and they're obvious to blind people.

To finish: An inaccurately paraphrased House quote which in no way follows the whiny theme of this entry - If you think someone else's life is more important than yours, then stamp your donor card and kill yourself.

I just thought it was funny.


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