The play was fabulous. Utterly mindblowingly nasty. I’m in love. If you’re in Vancouver you’re in serious luck, there’s two days left.
How I Learned To Drive — Sat @ 5:45 – Sun 6:45
It’s three:thirty and as I’ve been playing a rather heavy version of contact frisbee for about an hour and half, I’m not exactly co-ordinated enough to properly type. My fingertips have been scraped raw by pavement. I was being slightly stalked by some doofus named Steve who reminded me a bit of Wallace from Wallace and Gromit. Jacques rescued me well though and we ranted a bit in the car about the lack of boundry respect in the modern male. Happily, the earlier play was excellent and I laughed fit to die. Hideous topics. I realizing that I have a bitter, bitter humour. The relationships were set up so perfectly honest that I kept choking down laughter at parts where everyone was horrified. I’m a bad person. I’m glad I know at least one someone out there loves me else I might have felt guilty.
More tomorrow when I’m not shaking from food lack fatigue.
Harrass me about it and I’ll feebly bat at you.
*falls asleep on your floor*