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The world is a stage,   
07:34am 11/05/2004
  And we are but players

I know I have misquoted that rather beautiful line horribly, but I hope that Tomjon will forgive me. It’s just that it suits my mood quite well, I think. If we are all players, all actors, then we are all entitled to a costume change now and again. And we don’t have to wait for the rotten apples to change them.

I was talking to Lajos earlier and he expressed his amazement at the change with me. Being of a somewhat practical bent though he is, of course, ‘Romantic’ in that way that only grounded people be. It’s neither a flaw nor a virtue, it’s just like a dog following his mistress around the house, it just is he enquired to as why I wrote in an accent. I tried to explain it, the whole thing about constantly reminding oneself that one is different from the others around you and other more Romantic reasons, when I began to think. Yes, I know one Mister Phillip Darwin will be somewhat surprised at this, but I can actually think. I just don’t bother most of the time. Life is too fun to think. Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes, writing in an accent. He said that he didn’t, and outlined some of the reasons…so I decided to give it ago.

So far, I’m finding it much easier to write in. Otto, dear boy that he is, has my utmost respect for being able to write long, rambling amounts while in accent, but I found it rather…limiting. So, here I am.

It is strange how a trip to the home country can change your perceptive on things, give you a mental kick to the head, so to speak. I appeared wearing one of my more normal dresses…a rather pretty little dark red number I’m fond of, and everyone stared just as much as when I arrived…well, stared slightly differently, at least on the male selection of the population that is interested. I had missed that, actually. My little Tezzy was fun to play with, but it’s good when you slip into something where people’s eyes follow you down the street…so much fun. Ah, my little Tezzy has clipped his wings and flown back to his cage. Pity, I like him. And miss him.

However! Too good a young man to waste on the University with its misogynist rules. I’m going to watch Jen, I think, see how this develops. He’s smart enough to survive being a dropout. If nothing else, the world could always use more accountants.		  
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PRIVATE to Mr de Worde   
12:16am 12/04/2004
 
music: somebody experimenting with my guitar
[PRIVATE, to William de Worde]

I guess zis is zer easiest vay to turn in my review of Friday's play - you just get it set  straight from the PC text.

As agreed, I wrote 300 characters intro, 1500 characters main text, plus a suggested headline.

( My review is hidden behind zis )		  
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Very funny   
01:11pm 10/04/2004
 
mood: giggly
Tonight at the theatre vas great fun - ve are still laughing!!

Margo had a go at me in a corner later on for being tactless, insensitve and ditzy, but she knows me, doesn't she? Vhat else vould she expect?

And it vas great of her to take us.		  
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A PC of my own!!!   
09:11am 04/04/2004
 
mood: hyper
music: this printing press is so loud
I've got one now - finally!! Zer vizards had a spare one, and Tez got it for me. Sank you, Tezzy!! Now I von't have to borrow Margo's or Otto's or Villiam's or Tomjon's or yours any more...		  
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