Count to ten...

Patience.

Swearing will not get my tax done.

Even so, I do feel horribly frustrated by the program. (I'm really trying very hard not to swear here.)

Breathe.

I will simply have to find the paperwork and do it manually. It can be done. I know what to do now, anyway.

My shoulders were tense and I didn't even realise.

I was thinking about this post when I was in class. Or, more accurately, I was thinking of what I was going to post. I was going to describe my new teacher. She beams when she's talking and is as excited as a child when someone speaks in front of the class. I think I impressed her with my verbal skills as much as by talking with my hands as I tried to make sense of what I was saying. Hopefully the class will be a good one.

I should be re-reading 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.' Perhaps the performance I was in will distract from the text. Whenever I read it, I hear the voices of my classmates in my head.

Off, now.

Running past...

Life is beautiful.

My last entry was wiped. Alas.

Twas nothing but a drunken ramble about the limitations of words, so I will let it die with some grace.

The point remains. Have I spent my words too quickly?

I must get a copy of this CD. Basement Jaxx is like ambrosia.

Working tonight. I have a feeling that it's going to be a good night.

I'm in the best mood in the world, today. Life is beautiful.

Could I possibly tell you how good it is to be on the airwaves? Radio tonight was glorious. I'm still smiling from the show. I was agonising over the playlist all day, making endless lists and scrawling all over books with my messy writing. In the end, I borrowed a handful of CDs from my flatmate and we played the show by ear.

'How about some Garbage? Yes? Yes. I'm in the mood for this song.'

'Does this feel right? No? Next CD.'

'I want to play some Gwen. Yes? Done.'

The SMS log jammed with messages, some professing love for our voices. I blushed.

A few songs in, I started to get excited, waving my hands around under the mike and telling stories. It was the best show I've ever done, save the graveyard I did with the Hobblings.

Radio. I adore it.

And Ash? She flies to me tomorrow.

It's already dark at 5:00.

I feel as if I should be writing. Yet, I'm not motivated. I did have a good idea that I will eventually bring to completion, but right now... Not in the mood.

I think it's the weather. I suspect that it really does have some kind of bearing on how I'm feeling. Sunny weather always has me bouncing off the walls. Or perhaps, sunny weather only makes me happy because it means I can hang out my washing...

I got two letters today. Both were fantastic. I love getting mail.