Not much, taz. I'm about to run now and buy more make-up and fake blood. My party looks like it could be bigger then first expected. About 20-25 maybe. My mother is insane. And I'm officially forbidden to leave the house tomorrow, in case I try to get in to town and go to that stupid disco.
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller