Today hasn't been a good day. I can't believe I cried over losing my bloody timetable (but the hot receptionist was really lovely and let me photocopy the official one for free). But I cried. What the hell is wrong? Perhaps I'm pregnant
In other news, presentation on Noh theatre wasn't a fucking disaster. For next week we have to pick a recent news story and reenact it in the theatrical style we've been assigned. I really want to do this (don't judge the source - I picked it up from @badjournalism):http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1218880/One-gay-man-lesbians-legged-cat-poisoned-curry-plot.html?ITO=1490
Just the URL is amazing, isn't it!
Okay, bed. Going out tomorrow (tonight?) for bad music and worse alcohol.