So last night I get a phonecall. The last play I was in had two directors. Our theatre group usually has a pair telling the actors what to do because it gives them each a peer to work ideas out with. One of the directors is going away on holidays to Queensland with his family for a coupla weeks, and wants someone to look after his house while he's gone. Normally I would've said no, but in the spirit of getting over my anxiety I said yes. Plus it'll get me away from the parents, and give me a trial run at looking after myself.