Sunday evening, so happy that tomorrow's Monday

"One more day on my own
One more day with him not caring.
Oh, the life I might have known,
But he never saw me there"
"One more day till revolution
We will nip it in the bud
We'll be ready for these schoolboys
They will wet themselves with blood."
As anyone who knows this knows, I can't get One Day More out of my head. Ever since people brought up the idea of using it for cabaret, it's just been stuck there, and it won't budge...
And I never thought I would hear myself say this, but I'm so glad tomorrow's Monday. I know it sounds wierd, but tomorrow I'll be back in camp, with all my real friends, and I'll find out the cast list for our show. I'll either be really happy tomorrow, or really sad going into indifferent, but trying to cover it up and seem happy. Or, in understandable English, I'll either have a good part, or a bad one. I'll post more about other stuff later...