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Let's not discuss the lack of writing yesterday. If nobody mentions it then it's like it never happened. Which technically it didn't.

I was re-reading some of my earlier entries and I realised that I often seem to go from one extreme to another with my writing. It's probably because I'm not very good at putting my thoughts down on paper (or whatever the technological version of that phrase is) when I'm in a steadier state of mind. I have so much more to say when I'm flying high or hitting rock bottom. Perhaps not exactly coherent, but certainly more.

So today, I'm going to speak normally about those relatively dull things that everyone else seems to be able to make entertaining. No pretentious literary techniques here, no sirree (how the hell do you spell that?).

I've been rehearsing the past few days for what is slowly becoming The Bain Of My Existence (TBOME). We're performing a reworked version of the Greek tragedy Medea (did I mention I do Classics? When I say my life is tragic, I literally mean it) and it's taking over my life. We're all far too apathetic about the whole thing and the less said about that the better.

I'm re-reading The Odyssey at what can only really be described as a snails pace. I think I remember liking it the first time round. But that seems a very long time ago right now. The language is archaic (which I don't mind at all, and really why would I expect anything different?), but when it seems like all the characters do is offer their guests food and pour libations you get a little bit tired of it all.

Today, I'm going to go and MAKE AMENDS.
Also, consume copious amounts of caffeine and feel atrociously sick afterwards.

I got the nicest (screw you English teachers, NICE is a NICE way of describing NICE things) of emails this morning. GOOD START!