Good day, bad day...

I'll be quick as it's 00:39 and I'm exhausted. 

I had a good day.

I got up realising that I had set my alarm an hour early; nothing in the world feels as good as an hours sleep being given to you in the early hours of a Monday morning.

Cast are lovely, really awesome people who I think I'll get on with.

The theatre company never ceases to amaze me, they obviously know what they are doing and seem to go out of their way to help us out.

Play coming along nicely- really starting to get to grips with what the play is about and what my role is within it.

All good.

I then had a bad day....

With four work days left till we fly to Austria I have lost my passport. It could be in one of three places:

• Still in my room (unlikely as it is really bare in here since my dad took all my stuff away so there are not many places it could be hiding)
• With my stuff that I sent home (possible but mum and dad have had a root about and they haven't found it yet...)
• In the bin (scary but possible- last week I did manage to make myself a cheese sandwich, pop it in the cutlery draw then spent twenty minutes searching for it).

I'm scared that this is going to be a big problem. The rehearsal schedule s really tight so getting an emergency passport will be a massive issue- also it costs about £100 and I only have £14 to last me till Thursday.

Going to bed not feeling good. If I was a religious man I'd pray.