For my angry fan base

So it's been a long time since I last posted a blog.

My backpack was lost and then found by the aiport a few days later.

I was in airports for over 26 hours and every flight I was on was delayed.

I'm now back in Cape Town and it's stupid hot.

There's a line from a poet called Rumi which reads: "In the Winter we want Summer, but then it comes and we don't like it."

I should be working on the script that Terri and I have done that is going to be staged in Durban, but it's hard to concentrate when you're blinded by the sweat dripping from your brow.

I went to work in Gardens Centre at a coffee shop on the script earlier today, because it's air conditioned there and then I left the Centre and proceeded to sweat on everything.

I went to my friend Rob who has a pool to try and work there, because we have a new maid (and Jonx and Tracy forced me to fire the old one, even though they hired her, so I had to be the evil one, those bastards) and I didn't want to be in her way while she worked.

I ended up spending about 2 hours in Rob's pool and doing very little productive work, and met a nice girl called Candice who was doing the same thing. She was a model, but had a very fat tummy. I didn't realise that was allowed.

Studying law through Unisa semi-sucks. A few of the books are interesting, but some of them are very not interesting, and failure would be too embarrassing, especially because my ex-girlfriend has just started doing law at UCT, and so I have to get better marks then her, otherwise she'll be able to gloat, and I want the gloating points. Man, but I actually have to be in charge of myself and not have some lecturer teaching me.

I still don't know what I'm doing with my life and where I'm going to live this year, but I've given myself until the 15th of Februrary to make a decision, which means I'll probably have made it around the 25th Februrary. At the moment I'm tending towards London, just because I keep on hearing about how if you can make your own work and it's reviewed well... well then things can be different. Also a friend of mine described the London Art Scene versus the South African Art Scene as thus. In London you're considered an Artist, in South Africa you're considered a Drama Student (even if you haven't been one for 20 years.) It's just a totally different attitude to the Arts.

I might go to JHB though. I don't know yet. Maybe the Sitcom will still happen. (Ha, ha, ha.)

I think instead of doing any work I'll go to the beach and take a law book with me. That way I'll have a big book to hold over my face so as to not get sunburnt. Perhaps I'll even open it.