I've faced the final curtain.
Apart from misquoting Sinatra...
Bugsy is finished. I've never been less proud of a performance. Matravers managed to pull it out of the bag on the night, but that's not a professional way to work, is it? We started rehearsing too late, in fact we've put on a full scale musical in about a month. Students and teahcers were pulled of timetable to rehearse. But it's over now and the sudiences though it was wonderufl. Which at the end of the day is what counts.
I've been ill, with achey limbs and headaches and sleep deprivation. In fact yesterday I slept from 11pm to 8am, and then from 9am to 3 pm. I feel like I could do with another few hours.
I managed to write up the aforeposted french coursework in record time, and so am incredibly proud. I think it's a nice bit of social commentry for a less than perfect french speaker. This leaves me with history coursework and a dance essay to do for next week. I should be fine.
As for knitting? Well I've started a boob holder from Glampyre in red acrylic that I'm going to modify by adding long sleeves and a body section in either 2x2 or 1x1 rib. I might put a cable in somewhere, or try a spiral rib.
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