24/09/2002 - 5:56 p.m.

I've never been to the footbridge with a man in my life.

Last night I watched The Music Man and I shouldn't have. I found myself identifying far far too much with Marian. It's all very well to have bi-weekly letters, but it simply isn't the same. It leaves me dreaming of tomorrows that simply cannot be. Not yet.

I spent all of twenty minutes with my assigned "meal buddy", and I worked out that she was, in fact, the girl who lives right next door to me and has my name. She brought two of her friends so it wasn't so very bad as I had assumed it to be.

It was interesting to note, however, that it was very obvious that the three were older than I was. They acted like they were trying to be "older", not mature, just older. I am aware that everyone in the theatre is older than me, but it has never been obvious to me. I guess that's where my intimidation comes from, because these three tonight made me sort of uneasy, but I never gave a thought to Terri Anne (I have no idea how she spells that) or Q.

Speaking of whom, Eric asked me today whether I had any idea what I'd gotten myself into with that. It's going to be a "learning experience" for me, apparently, because (as Eric put it), it's been presented as productionally simple, but it's likely not to end up that way.

I wrote down my entire schedule today. My whole week can be summed up on half a sheet of paper. However, considering the masses that go down here, I guess that's not as bare as it seems.