Day 3 of CAP. My eyelids feel as if someone has hung 6kg weights on them, but I'm busy emailing photos and poetry *inspired* by the Botanic Gardens. Lame-a** s***s. (Spending so much time with Yi San has led me to talk like her.)
I feel guilty. Does reflective = self-absorbed? Everyone else associates with the outside world. Finding it difficult to write something without "I" or "you" in it. Suddenly there's RELIEF in not being under pressure to exude creative brilliance in every sentence. Thank you keyboard. I wondered if this camp would lead me to changed my impression of councillors. What was I thinking? It didn't. Now if I were into bitching it would be a good time for one, but I decided once you get started you often say stuff that is more clever than true.
Get this! For TWO actors in a one-minute film only one out of ten callees was available. What do people do on Wednesdays? Oh. Train. But in the end Yi San's sister's nice and obliging boyfriend was roped in, and Andrew after haggling somewhat. Okay, so we all had a good laugh at his expense. Heeheehee.
You can wear a red shirt inside out or back to front if you wanna hide the logo.
I was thinking about posting this poem about ulcers I wrote under Chris Mann's direction, but actually I'm sick of poetry and you probably are too. Goodnight.

[Final "I" count: 9)