Amazing!

It's still hotter than blazes in my room, but:

I have The Annotated Wonderful Wizard of Oz, The Penguin Book of International Gay Writing, got the topic I wanted for my essay ( Spanish theatre for the win! ), ordered several books to start my research project, new Torchwood, and ticket for a play called The Seagull for later tonight. I am happy as a clam in mud.

The Seagull

The Seagull by Anton Chekhov. What the hell? It was billed as a comedy. What it was was Russians drearily going though life, falling in love with disastrous consequences, and being fucked around by those higher up in the food-chain. There did end up being a higher body count than I was expecting, but only just.

Christ, I need to read something with fluffy bunnies and unicorns and mice in feety pajamas.