I'm sat in Cranley Gardens, North London stopping over with friends because I'm doing the comedy store tomorrow night. Earlier today I handed in my dissertation, it ran over the word count by 2000 words, but I'd been up for 36 hours and the college was going to shut in an hour and tomorrow's the hand in date so I couldn't leave it any longer.

Now that that is out of the way I've only got one more essay to do. And then I'm free.

10 years ago I started my degree, then broke up with my girlfriend, went mad, got kicked out of uni, came home, came out to my parents as transsexual, went through all the processes that entailed, found love followed her to uni, broke up with her and shared a house with her for a year and then decided to tell my story as the Show Beth Becomes Her, the first time I performed it the woman I was to fall in love with and who I love and who doesn't seem to find any aspect of my personality objectionable was in that audience. Six months later I find myself trying to hand in 5 essays do two presentations and at the same time do all the stressful stuff surrounding getting a show to Edinburgh, and I had in my dissertation.

10 years. A week on wednesday I'll hand in an essay on the German TV show Heimat and relate it to Freud's notion of the Uncanny. and that will be the last piece of uni work I ever do. Blessed release.

I'm currently sat in a dark room writing this on a slightly broken laptop, trying to be quiet as Marty's sleeping on the couch a few feet away. It's his laptop.

I'm trying to check my emails and stuff, finally logging on to facebook after a few weeks away from a pc and I find a number of friend requests and group invitations.

Two of the group invitations inspired me to get online and write this, forgive me Chortle for I have sinned. It's been 6 months since my last regular confession...

One of my "friends" on facebook has sent me two invitations, on the invites list they're next to each other. As my name is fairly front-loaded alphabetically I get a whole bunch of these requests...

I've just got a phone call so I've got to bail. But I'll finish this otherwise it'll aggitate me for a long while.

Tomorrow.

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