A strange day yesterday. I met a most delightful bunch of hardend criminals who made me laugh like a drain!
I also was coughing up brightly coloured lumps which in the spring sunlight looked almost charming.
This morning I met with one of my four managers (ahh the NHS) and told her my angst. I felt all the better for it too. If it makes any difference at all then 'We'll see'.
Today, my primary goal is to create some 'Miskatonic Asylum' letter heads for the play. Poor Mr Churnside has so many lines to remember that I feel it is better he reads them from some psychiatric notes. This is not cheating, it is method acting!
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