I got sent home from work an hour early yesterday after I almost vomited over a woman! Seems I have a rather nasty throat infection... dammit! Anyway, no time for rest so today I'm in the office printing, laminating, folding, ringing, worrying... the usual.

I still need to call the actors we're using in Dracula. We've made the decision to stage Liz Lochhead's version as I just won't have the time to adapt the book, and really do it justice. Christmas Carol took me three months to do, and I'm still making changes to that. Plus I have Alice in Wonderland to utterly, utterly rewrite plus all the songs... and the revisions to Pirate! Taking on the task of adapting such a mammoth novel at this time would be sheer lunacy, and it would probably end up sounding a load of old balls. Oh yes!

Lost has captivated me again. This series was feeling a little slow until last night, and then Oh. My. Lordy. The rage in Sayid's eyes. I'm pretty sure he won't kill her but oh me, oh my, I love it so.

I've even chosen to love Big Brother this year, and found myself almost shouting at the screen at Shabaz's antics. If this is the way that television culture is heading, I shall gayly embrace it, love it hard, and do so with a camp grin on my face.