last night was the cast party for the witches. it was fun. i was (mostly) sober, but only because i had to drive home later. i shared the love of the "milky milk" and got several cast members drunk. then we pulled out the black russians. then there was the music. and the fire. and the boobies. all in all: not too bad a cast party. apparently there were more boobies after i left, which is either "just my luck - [ sigh ]" or "just my luck - [ phew ]". i am undecided as to which.
the cast party marks the end of a less than wholly pleasant experience, which i have previously documented. i'm pleased that it's over, and am looking forward to not directing for a while. i need a break. in actual fact, i need a holiday: from everything. i'm looking at photos of places i've been and places i've never been and thinking "gosh it would be lovely if i could just take a week, maybe two, and bugger off somewhere and relax. forget about everything, everyone, and just be by myself for a while". of course, that's never going to happen. "never" may not exactly be the word i'm looking for, but it's close enough.
just looking for more 'experiences' to write songs about i guess. mind, i have a pile of material from the past week or two i could easily use...but haven't been able to yet. sometimes there just aren't enough words to describe the feelings and happenings. [ sigh ]
ugh. my head feels like it's full of cottonwool. everything is covered in this 'romantic' white light filter with softened edges and my eyes are heavy all the time. i hate sinus infections. i might try and find a corner and hide in it in an attempt to nap it off or something. likelyhood of this happening? slim to nil, leaning heavily on the "nil" side of "slim".
~Kits~ (snot monster of doom in the making)