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Friday, March 7

"Class" today consisted of a visit to the British Library, and then a walking tour to the British Museum. What a treat, to knock two AMAZING feats off my list of things to do in London.
After hours exploring the two, I discovered the Cartoon Museum, and popped in quickly to check it out. A nice little discovery, if I do say so myself!
Afterwards, I went home and managed to be productive for a total of about two hours - until I got an email that my (very fat) bank account was somehow overdrawn. 
It turns out someone cloned my card and stole over $800 from my bank account. Which is both terrifying and also silly. Because I thought it wouldn’t happen to me, and that’s some kind of first-world entitlement that I have, unfortunately. But the bubble has been burst, and I now know better. Not that there is anything more I could do - just that I can be prepared for disappointment.
I ended up getting fairly good news following directly after - HOMELAND, the play I directed in June, won an award at KCACTF. And that is really, really spectacular and it most certainly deserves the recognition (as does Michael, an ex-Marine playwright saying unendingly interesting things about his serving country and nationalism). Again, the Universe tapping on my shoulder, with a quiet and soothing reminder that good things do happen to good people after all.
Then, my boys took care of me for the night. Stephen came over because Reed made dinner (bacon wrapped pork roast, mashed potatoes, Yorkshire pudding and roast tomatoes… Yeah…) and we ended up eating, drinking, cuddling, watching adorable animated movies (Despicable Me and Wreck it Ralph) and just… It felt normal again. Things felt the way they’re supposed to. Both the boys understand me, don’t need anything more than who I am, and I love them for who they are. I miss friendships like that. True, laudable and noble friendships. Genuine.
Stephen went home, and Reed and I ended up talking until 6am. Talking until the first breaks of sun over the horizon is something that I haven’t had in a long, long time. Reed might be a little strange, a little much, but he has the most insightful and helpful way of making someone come around to things that I’ve heard, and it was most certainly the best conversation I’ve had in awhile. People listening, instead of replying, and taking time for thought and not necessarily fixing… just communicating.
And then I had to wake up at 10am for the Harry Potter Studio Tours… 😣

Friday, March 7

"Class" today consisted of a visit to the British Library, and then a walking tour to the British Museum. What a treat, to knock two AMAZING feats off my list of things to do in London.
After hours exploring the two, I discovered the Cartoon Museum, and popped in quickly to check it out. A nice little discovery, if I do say so myself!
Afterwards, I went home and managed to be productive for a total of about two hours - until I got an email that my (very fat) bank account was somehow overdrawn. 
It turns out someone cloned my card and stole over $800 from my bank account. Which is both terrifying and also silly. Because I thought it wouldn’t happen to me, and that’s some kind of first-world entitlement that I have, unfortunately. But the bubble has been burst, and I now know better. Not that there is anything more I could do - just that I can be prepared for disappointment.
I ended up getting fairly good news following directly after - HOMELAND, the play I directed in June, won an award at KCACTF. And that is really, really spectacular and it most certainly deserves the recognition (as does Michael, an ex-Marine playwright saying unendingly interesting things about his serving country and nationalism). Again, the Universe tapping on my shoulder, with a quiet and soothing reminder that good things do happen to good people after all.
Then, my boys took care of me for the night. Stephen came over because Reed made dinner (bacon wrapped pork roast, mashed potatoes, Yorkshire pudding and roast tomatoes… Yeah…) and we ended up eating, drinking, cuddling, watching adorable animated movies (Despicable Me and Wreck it Ralph) and just… It felt normal again. Things felt the way they’re supposed to. Both the boys understand me, don’t need anything more than who I am, and I love them for who they are. I miss friendships like that. True, laudable and noble friendships. Genuine.
Stephen went home, and Reed and I ended up talking until 6am. Talking until the first breaks of sun over the horizon is something that I haven’t had in a long, long time. Reed might be a little strange, a little much, but he has the most insightful and helpful way of making someone come around to things that I’ve heard, and it was most certainly the best conversation I’ve had in awhile. People listening, instead of replying, and taking time for thought and not necessarily fixing… just communicating.
And then I had to wake up at 10am for the Harry Potter Studio Tours… 😣
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