Eh. I haven't updated in a while because I keep forgetting this is here.

Trade's Hall is long past (which went really well, by the way, for any bastards that didn't show), but I still feel like I'm recovering. I need to remember that I'm a sickly person, and long periods of effort waste me. But I've done it, and I can say I've done it. I can move on now.

My play, Ecllipsal Circus, has been delayed to me being burnt out and student theatre being burnt out. An all round good decision, I'd say. It will be a Moat Festival show now, which is kind of nice because I'm sure there's far more publicity surrounding moat than I could generate on my own. It also means that rehearsals can be held over the summer break instead of mid-term, so neither my cast nor myself need to stress about it interfering with uni. Because I stress a lot.

Cabaret was super-fab (cheers, TC), and any day now I'm going to get back into writing the play I've been working on called Jeanne, which I did want to enter into a few comps or at least pass around for Moat, to see if anyone's interested. It's not a play I would choose to direct myself, but the more I work on it, the more attached I've become.

My good friend has also requested I write something for an anthology he's compiling, a short story of around 10,000 words. He's wonderful to work with, and provides nice, long deadlines, so I'll toss some ideas around and probably knock it out in November. This guy also produces a fantastic gaming/art culture magazine called JumpButton or JB, so see if you can still find the first issue in newsagents. There's a piece of short fiction in it by yours truly, too.

I've been feeling a bit bummed lately, which I ascribe to my continued exhaustion. I don't think I'm at relapse point yet, but CFS is sneaky that way. I need to get back into swing dancing, try and bring my energy levels back up. I have this sneaking suspicion that people think I'm being distant or rude to them, but the truth is I'm just too tired for normal, human interaction.

Summer is coming, which cheers me up immensely. The man and I didn't end up taking the sun-filled holiday we'd been anticipating this month, so I can't wait for a bit of warmth. I'll have to throw another party. It'll piss off my new upstairs neighbours, which is pretty high on the agenda right now, seems as they were using the loudest vacuum cleaner in the world early Sunday morning...

It's long past my bedtime, and I've got reading to do. Catch as catch can, yo.

Tim the Top Cat told me to update... so here's me. Woo.

I just finished a week-long workshop for Trade's Hall, which led to some serious, serious hurting when I banged up my hip again. The muscle near the ball joint went into spasm, pinching the sciatic nerve. Ouch. Luckily, I have a great osteopath who jimmied everything back into its best behaviour. Still a little sore now.

I've also done some more casting for my next show, Ecllipsal Circus, which is cool. And I should REALLY finish writing it so I can give the cast a script to work with, but life has just been so busy. Looks like uni starting again will mean things will calm down again. Temporarily, at least:)

Tonight I have an invite to the 25th birthday party of an old friend from high school, which the boyfriend has agreed to attend... but at the moment, I'm feeling so tired I'm not sure if I'll go. The boyfriend has Willy Wonka, and curling up and watching that sounds mighty tempting.

Also, for the fanatically fannish like me: I have a small Batman Begins obsession, and the boyfriend has been feeding it by buying me little Batman tin cases, Batman playing cards, Batman Uno and Batman Merit Stickers! So much glee!

Anyone for Uno...?

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Oh freaky mother am I tired. Didn't sleep well last night, woke up sneezing and didn't stop all day. Also, Melbourne weather is awful. My fingers are going numb, I'm so cold.

Geek day with my father turned out to be less fun than I had planned, because I was zoning out all afternoon. Our geekfest consisted of me saying 'We can build a handheld blacklight wand by running it off batteries!' and him saying, 'No. No we can't.'

And the we did. So, yay for my handheld blacklight wand! I gotta test how long the batteries will last, and make sure the cathode doesn't get hot or anything. and then figure out some way to strap the little battery packs to people.

After we finished rigging one successful prototype, I fell asleep for a while on the couch, and then awoke to eat food. Being poor, the chance to eat a full roast dinner was wonderful. And now I am home, in my cold, cold apartment with two cats who are pissed off that it was too cold to go outside all day. Frank the Siamese is stalking around looking generally affronted.

I got a text message from a guy I went to high school with whom I still occasionally catch up with. He's nice, but we only see each other about once a year. He wanted to go see War of the Worlds, but I am way, way too tired for that. I'm turning the heater in my bedroom on now, cause I'm counting down until I hit the yummy bedness. Mmmm, bed.

My fingers are too cold. I'ma go camp in front of the heater with some tea.

So, I got me one of these blogspot thingies. I found the sign up and set up process stupifyingly over-simplified... a little bit like Windows XP. It's so user-friendly, it's almost impossible to understand.

Of course, I remember the good old days on Live Journal when you had about three templates to choose from, and you just went and hacked the code anyway. Like, awesome!

So... it's close to four in the morning on a Friday night that I spent rearranging my furniture and watching Mrs Doubtfire. Exciting times. Also? My man is gone for the weekend. Boo. Upside? I'm geeking out over electronics with my dad this weekend, old school style.

I spent my day doing absolutely nothing productive. I woke up in Richmond, watched a couple of episodes of Father of the Pride and then finally dragged myself out of bed to drive around for a while and then visit my sick mother. Then I came home, and was depressed for a while (which is a concentrated effort of Being Depressed), ate Chinese food and got back into the continuing Spring cleaning of Maison de la Mandy. I'm finding mail that I lost months ago. Like, bills and stuff. That should have been paid. But I also found five bucks in a book, so yay me!

I should be writing, but I cannot. be. assed.

That is all.