
Just had a three hour bath.
Words cannot describe.
Whilst in that bath, recovering from a pretty lousy day, made lousy by feminine problems, (Normally I enjoy being a girl, but when the stomach cramps set in...) I finished two books. The second one was an autobiographical account of Sean Astin's experience making The Lord Of The Rings. I took it home from the library because I love love love Sam Gamgee and seriously enjoyed Andy Serkis's book about being Gollum, but I was unpleasantly surprised. Firstly Sean Astin was so BORING! Seriously, I had no desire to hear about any of the other 30 films he's made (and I haven't seen); every anecdote about his early acting career was dull as dandruff, and he didn't write about any of the stuff I wanted to hear! (Although hearing about him being really fit and then putting on loads of weight to play Sam was mildly hilarious.)


Despite my out-of-sortsiness, I was still forced to recognise that I have the best job ever. Yesterday Juliette told me that 'nineteen-year-old ladies' don't have lightsaber battles. Today Genevieve told me I was 'easy to love'. Even when nearly doubled over like an old old lady I couldn't help return Jackie's beautiful smiles. That's my kind of job X)
Speaking of egomania: this singer is really annoying. But I quite liked it. The best part is at the end, around 3.19.
Mine is a refined and poetic nature. I like to be surrounded by joy and life, and I know nothing more joyless and deader than a dead fish.
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