Stupid stupid stupid.

I am desperatly cold, and I woke up this morning after having a weird dream feeling like I was drowning, as my nose is stuffed and it's hard to breath with a sore throat. I suppose it wasn't the best of ideas to run around in the May snow having a snowball fight with Rene, but he's probably never seen snow before, let alone in springtime. Hehehe..I got that delightful little foreigner right in the face.
Anyway, how am I? Sick, but Festival is so much fun. The reason I've lost my voice is I did a lot of high-pitched noises in Commedia yesterday, so it would figure my voice was like "Fuck you!" and went off somewhere. I have had to give up solid food, so it's ice cream for dinner tonight. Curses.
I wrote some poetry and did some doodles. That's basically how I use my time when I'm waiting for studio to start or inbetween shows. I did a rather cute picture of a girl in a bathing suit holding a shell to her ear. The poem is as follows:

The Beach
by Kat Long

Standing on the shore
Waiting for the tide to come
To come and take away my soul away
And release me from this mortal prison
Waves crash and ebb
Crash and ebb
Timeless
Killing the rocks
Ignoring the world under the
Brilliant noon-time sun
Warm sand and cool water
The sounds of ancient spirits past
And birds singing
Standing on the shore
Waiting to die


I had to make a few changes, but I quite like it. It isn't supposed to be depressing or morbid, but whenever I'm at the sea, I always feel happy and content, and I sit on the sand, just waiting calmly for when my time comes.
Ahh, poetry. I think I'll stick to art.

What else was I going to tell you? Oh goodness, I'm too bloody tired to write it this instant. I shall type it later today or tomorrow.