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I had to workshop for Script for Performance last week. By that I mean I had to write something and let people tear it apart while I sat there, chewing my nails and thinking about running away. It was actually funny how many questions I got in the vein of "Am I right in thinking this symbolises... does this mean...?" And I was like "well fuck, probably!" because to be honest I spent about ten minutes on my monologue, which ended up being a guy talking about how he used to smoke weed and how he caused all this bad stuff to happen to this girl or something. I don't even know. But I had to explain myself, which meant pulling meaning out of my ass on the spot. Not fun. But I got a good enough mark so that's that.

So what's the deal with Centrelink? I don't get Youth allowance anymore, they sent me a letter last year happily telling me it got cancelled. So I went down there to ask why and they directed me to a phone. That's right - I went into a Centrelink office and they told me to call them from their office. God only knows who I talked to, probably someone within walking distance of the prehistoric wind-up dial phone they directed me to use. I bring this up only because it's so bizarre, and because someone mentioned Centrelink today and I was like hey, that sounds like a blog post! Another thing they do if you go into their office is they tell you to visit their website, and if you visit their website they tell you to go to their office. I think Centrelink might be run by those monkeys from Jumanji. At least it encourage people who are unemployed to get a job because that way they can pay them less and maybe give them an incentive to get off their asses and work.

Of course if they can't work for whatever reason then that's a different story.

Anyway Mother's Day is coming up. What about Son's Day? It's about time people bought me shit.