Date: Mon, 9 Aug 1999 12:10:54 -0000
From: Mary Tregeagle
To: Baboushka
Cc:
Subject: Re: Other People are Hell

Everyone hates me. And I'm close to smashing something. Something or someone. I just can't do this at all...alright - there is something I haven't told you, you were right - but I'm not going to tell you and that's all there is. I don't see why anyone has to know. It's for the best that people don't know. Being here is just... There's the most terrible feeling in the house.. I know I can't trust anyone here - not even Ray now: he's gone into full alpha male mode over Tom - I don't think he knows, but he strongly suspects - when he's not dragging around with that bespectacled munchkin Eleanor - Joanna's little contact in the business (by relation). I don't know why Ray has to be so charged up about things. It's like this place. It just seems to draw things out of people, make them enhanced. Call it what you like - sea air, country living, magic and bloody trolls under hills, I don't know. Might be alright on a headfull of ectasy at a rave, but with this cranked up lot, holed up in the old house it's unbearable. To think we're supposed to be working - it's enough for me to keep my wits about me. Joanna really knows how to put a crew together.

She's also managed to acquire this dreadful woman Cat for the sound - who keeps interrupting every take - screwing everything up. I'm sure Tom has mentioned someone called Cat before - someone he went out with once. She keeps watching him and me - she has just those watching eyes that cat's have... dispassionate but malicious, if you see what I mean. Oh what the hell am I talking about - see what I mean about this place. Like a drug in the blood. I don't like her - it's that simple. I don't like anyone anymore. I keep praying for something to happen, something to get me out of here: I just want all of them to drop dead: I just want to drop dead - I want something to come swooping out of the sky and stop it all...

Oh God - ignore this: just a bad, bad day.