I have to go out and paint tomorrow. The set for the play consists of, in total, four big-arse wooden boxes. We're turning them over and standing on them. It's supposed to represent at different times, two levels of a terraced garden, the ocean and the beach, the street and a bit beside a street, and the different storeys inside a house.
We've got something like four hours to paint four of these big-arse boxes. I have to scrap together some old clothes, which I won't have any trouble doing. Then I'm going to spend the last of my money getting drunk. Not gunna drink paint again, though. Not since I lost that whole summer in Warnambool. What?