Was woken last night by an extremely welcome phone call from fluffymark. Wish I wasn't always so blasted shy on the phone, but that, I suppose, can't be helped. It was...strange. And lovely.
Trying to get back to sleep afterwards was interesting, I was positively *fighting* to get back into character. It worked, eventually, and I slept and had one of the nicest dreams I've had in ages - that I went out to lunch with Kate and Friend and generally talked about good things. This is a huge improvement on the Whitby nightmares.
Of course I've woken up just as wretchedly miserable as always, which is really damn annoying because, as I said, everyone's going out of their way to try and make me feel better. I'm sorry, will try harder, I promise. Tasha said that it's possible that the school is just having one of those weeks we get where everyone is stressed and unhappy. Which doesn't really help, but there you go.
Oh, this absurd concert tonight. I am so very far from looking forward to it. Apparently very few of the "select group of parents" they invited are actually coming, so they've decided maybe they ought to invite some teachers. But only the heads of department. They wouldn't want to give a bad impression or anything.
~shudder~ There are, honestly, times when I like this place. But whenever it tries to do anything to impress anyone, it makes me very very sick indeed.
Question. Are you more likely to add people to your friends list because you want to read their journal entries, or because you want them to be able to read your friends-only entries? Just curious.