I'm starting to hate all this work.

Next week, I'm doing the sound for two shows at the Gulbenkian - Under The Blue Sky, and Tiny Dynamite. That means I'll be in the Gulbenkian from 10-10 Monday and Tuesday, and then all of Wednesday, Thursday and Friday evenings. On top of this, I have a 2,500 work dramaturgic case study to write by next Friday, a sound portfolio to put together, and I've just been asked by the director of another show (The Choice, which is on this week) if I would mind helping out backstage for her show because one of her stagehands has dropped out. That means being in the Gulb tonight, Wednesday evening, Thursday evening and Friday evening.

In order to be able to fit all of this in, I've decided I'm going to have to forego one of two luxuries:

- Sleep
OR
- Seeing Luke

I know that I need my sleep. I know that if I don't get enough sleep I get cranky, I can't concentrate and I'm generally not a nice person. But I also know that if I don't see Luke for just one day, I miss him. I miss him so much it hurts. And that, dear reader, is far FAR worse than missing a couple of hours sleep here and there. I would rather not sleep than not see Luke because of a couple of stupid plays. It's bad enough that I won't see him for four days because of Choir Camp. I'm not going to forego seeing Luke over this. I love him too much.

However, I do think I'm going to have to make some crumble to keep us going for the SFX soc screening of Batman and Flash Gordon tomorrow ... cherry or pineapple ...?