time

[or lack of.]

spent tuesday cleaning out the spare room in anticipation of the arrival of my parents; spent wednesday in rehearsals, being stuck in the middle of two separate odd anti-confrontations in situ, where i was first: the only one that knew both sides of the story; and second: the blind catalyst, led by the protagonist. make sense? no, not to me, either. oh well.

ended up at the QCA Post-Grad Vis Arts Gratuate Exhibition last night. Pope Alice, being the guest star of the night, gave birth to 4 alien children. I felt Honoured to be a witness.

and today, meeting up with he who ‘has it where it counts,’ to discuss non-linear space etc, (hopefully, my brain will be in gear by then).

Parents have been at my sister’s place since lunch time yesterday, and should be heading my way sometime this afternoon.

Clayton’s working again today, and should be coming back here when he’s done there.

fear parents meet boyfriend tonight. possibly. maybe. more than likely.

FEAR.

not that i think they’ll have any particular problem, its just that irrational anxiety about two worlds colliding. frankly, I don’t have a problem with him, and the parents generally take the ‘as long as she’s happy, we’re happy’ stance, but irrational anxiety is just that. irrational.

ah well, better get on with the day. lots to do.

adios.