there's nothing quite like the middle of the night, a little bit of accomplishment and conversations with far-away friends followed by lazy french lounge music (wow analyse that alliteration all over the place) and sifting through theatrical memories.

here's to... whimsy.

am having a good time digging through my drama box looking for audition possibilities, and in the process finding all the scripts, the programmes, the good-luck-notes, the posters, the little things. nostalgia tints all things a lovely shade of rose, and i have a precisely rose-coloured box to store the memories in for posterity and times like these. the good and the bad but somehow never quite ugly.

i think i've quite a nice collection of audition material: starting with alternative shakespeare auditions for women from the swan theatre in stratford, and ending with f scott fitzgerald's poetry. with stephen malatratt and tom stoppard and ts eliot floating around in there a little bit as well.

this music is great. thank you claud! it's so loose and flowy and relaxed. perfect chill-out after a long day.

now to pack up my day and retire to bed.