i ought to stop complaining on my blog, ranting about my perpetual tiredness and stuff, but it's quite an issue that i can't think of anything else to talk about. anyway it's a good thing that tomorrow's no-rehearsal day so i'll come home, have a sleep and then go to kitson's. good therapy. maybe catch a movie in between. secret window's out. johnny depp can do wonders for the spirit. i wanttttt him now to gimme a massage and a kiss (and hot sex, but of course i'm too tired.) my back really hurts though. a massage would be great. i can't remember any of my dreams of late, but if they're not about lysistrata then they must be dreams of going to a spa and getting a good long rub-down and a hot soak in a bath with essential oils and rose petals and stuff like that. everyone else is having lysis dreams. i think i had a foreboding-sort of dream last night, but i can't remember it.

argh my mum's out having dinner with some friend from delhi, and helping her to choose a new camera or something. i want my mummy! the friend's a fashion designer though.. maybe some new clothes are forthcoming. brother and dad are watching the prime minister being sworn in - boring. i almost said emperor instead of PM, i wonder why. oh what terrible ennui. i'll go take a shower now. and read for a while after dinner before embarking on gp essay.