I can't wait until my holidays end. I'm going fucking mad for something to do. Anything. Well, almost anything. I'm supposed to be studying lines for the play, but do you think I can actually pick up the script and read? The directors are on our arses about it all, and we've got a coupla weeks to get everything down. I keep thinking 'yeah... I still have a coupla weeks' but the longer I think that, the less of those weeks I'll have to study.
I think I'll start on them tonight.