Sustained Criticism

I'm sick. That entails no dancing, no friends, no heels, no drunk. I get to spend time with my parents friends. Arguably, this lot is not so bad, and I have an excuse to wear Galliano. I use the expression clusterfuck entirely tongue-in-cheek, as a tribute to Burn After Reading. Theatre de l'absurde take note, this is how it's done! NRK went and filmed the god-forsaken staging of Waiting for Godot I saw at Nationaltheatret, they filmed it. And are sending it the day we leave for London. Filmed it. I'm appalled. Though I might try to record and re-view it. For the sake of masochism, pause and fast-forward. With luck I might not fall asleep. Perhaps also have a revelation?