Friday. Friday is the last day of the working week, followed by Saturday. Friday is the day when I will get my mouth taped with duck-tape at least ten (10) times. Friday is the day when St. Nicholas will choke Santa Claus and Jesus will appear without a moustache and a beard. Friday is the day when I am free to presume that Rufus, the Easter Bunny, will get stuck in the closet. Literally. And that's just part of the play.
I'm afraid I can't even express the rage I'm currently devoured with because it really has no effect due to a much stronger force of hysteria and paranoia that's showing up now. Half of the people cancelled their appearances in the play and I had to search for others. Jesus was supposed to punch me in the face, but that was banned and renamed as a no-no, because 'we don't wish to spread violent Christmas messages'. E... Pardon? God sent the Black Death, giant fish, a plague of locusts (har-har-har) and burnt a whole city and they are telling me Jesus can't punch me?! Yep, no violence at all, mate.
Not to mention how I'll never forget the original banning of 'Brian'.
Next to that, my friend's persuading me go ice-skating with her. She doesn't know how to skate. Nor do I. And I really don't have an eager wish to put vehicle replacement as shoes. But you know what? Sku everything; I'll go. One more cast couldn't hurt that much.
Also, New Year plans. Had none, was supposed to celebrate it with the 'A-crowd' part of the class, but I hate the idea itself (which fell apart, to my great joy). Next thing I know, the 'Let's-Go-Skating' friend from the previous paragraph's invited me to her cousin's house party which would consist of 7-10 people (including us). My kind of a partay. Orgies included, of course.
I believe I've quite a lot of blog posts to catch up with, but I would like to save it for some other day which is not Friday. Thank you.
Oh, and if you don't keep your fingers crossed for the 'Chrismazation' (the name of the play) to work out well, every second a charity Santa Claus who stands at a corner with his bell and a big... cauldron will perish from the face of the Earth. Aww... Was I too cruel?