I respect the idea of self preservation; heck I do it all the time. But at the expense of others and you dare talk back. Good thing you're around, because now I know the extent of audacity that people are capable of. People Like That Are the Only People Here, as Lorrie Moore put it (I only know this reference because it came out for the lit prat crit mock today larh, you think what).

Literary Evening preparations are going alright, but Cass is really annoyed by the whole thing, poor girl. For some reason she got stuck with multiple tasks, as usual. Oh gee, I wonder why. On the other hand, timing couldn't be more perfect, as day after is the annual sports carnival (see: picnic and/or ice cream at Stanley's) followed by Vesak day.

Playing the Lamb character from Blake's collection of Songs, that we did last year. Fortunate enough to have been able to borrow a young-ish looking white dress that Cass used to wear at 12, so have to wear one of my typical bandanas to preserve the flat cut. Make what you will of that information.

Slipped into character quite easily after getting the hang of it; is very similar to Caitlin Fay, my Ars Magica persona. We even do the same things, like give out flowers to random people. The Lamb isn't likely to have any inclination to want to screw up your mind while doing it though, which is the not so similar bit.

Did I mention the change of seating plan? My row seems to have stuff to eat all the time, mostly candy and chocolate. Never hit a sugar high though, school sucks that much out of me, it seems. Ah well, hooray for the iPod that can store stuff to watch!