Christmas is over for another year, thank god. Paul and I spent it with his family. I don't know what it is, but the moment you step over the threshold into his parent's home, time just slows to a crawl. If I ever found out I had a day left to live, I'd spend it there, because it'd feel like an eternity, and I'd be wishing for death by the end ( Read more... )

The last few weeks have been a fucking nightmare. The Royale London's lawyers managed to settle this whole mess out of court, with the stipulation that I'm suspended without pay from the theatre for three months, and I'm no longer allowed to show any of my plays at the Royale London again. The rest of my career will be spent directing other people' ( Read more... )

Fucking christ. The little bastard does have evidence. Apparently he used the same plot for a writing assignment in his second year of uni; two years before he started working for me. He's threatening to sue the theatre ( Read more... )

Patrick must've finally seen the play. He keeps leaving me increasingly angry messages on my answerphone demanding that his name be put in the billing as the writer, hah. The play has been so successful that we're considering doing a second run once this one finishes. I ought to become a theatre manager--I can spot talent when I see it ( Read more... )

Paul's still on that health kick of his. He's actually mentioned wanting to train for a marathon. Christ. At least he's stopped trying to drag me into the whole thing as well. I wouldn't have the time to work out anyway; I've been spending long hours at the theatre ( Read more... )

I thought things were bad when Paul's daughters were here, but jesus that was almost easy in hindsight. Now Paul is on this health kick and he's gone completely mental. He actually gets up before work to go on a run, and yesterday he made something for dinner that had tofu in it. Tofu tastes like an old sponge, by the way ( Read more... )

Christ, I can't wait until Paul's kids go home. These two weeks have been the longest of my life. I must have been out of my mind to promise Paul I wouldn't drink around them. I've been reduced to hiding alcohol all over the fucking flat to take sips when they're not looking ( Read more... )

It was my birthday a few days ago. I always prefer to mention it after the fact, so people don't try to make a big fuss about it, though Paul did take me to dinner. It's not even a milestone one this year; I don't see why anyone over the age of ten finds birthdays worth celebrating at all. It's just another year older. I can't think of anything ( Read more... )

It's nice having Paul here again. I missed having someone around when I got home from work in the evenings. Plus now I have someone to take turns with cooking dinner and doing the washing up, hah ( Read more... )

I'd like to be relieved by the fact that this internship ends in a few weeks, but another one starts up again in the summer, so I'll once again be flanked by some idiot uni student. It never ends, hey? This time I'm going to sit in on some of the interviews and see if I can at least have a say who I'm stuck with. I can't imagine any of the will be ( Read more... )