It comes to this - I'm flying out tomorrow morning, very, VERY early.
I have a billion things I still need to do, because I've been exhausted - it's been a busy couple of days, and I'm still not quite aces, but looking forward to being able to actually SEE the Cities I'm staying in this time - and, due to that fact, I've managed my time poorly.
I still need to scrub that primitive lifeform off the back of one of the kitchen taps. It's been growing there for a while - some kind of fungus - but it's pretty much impossible to reach.
And I think Ben's been too grossed out to try, when I found I couldn't.
I still need an MP3 player, so I don't have to be changing CDs on my discman in the tiny space of a plane-seat, possibly while seated next to someone very big - but I don't know if I can spare that kind of money on myself.
I need to take my dud SD card back to Officeworks and demand another one, so's Beej and I can have pictures of our trip.
I need new stockings. My old ones are all laddered, and you can't wear laddered stockings around Cammies; sure as eggs are eggs, they'll make that awful "stairway to Heaven" joke.
Plus, Sydney and Melbourne are presumably freaking cold, atm.
Euan came round for a whhile last night and distracted me. We talked codshit for a bit, mostly ranting about Cam, as you do, then I packed him off home because he was tired and I was busy.
I was up til four again.
Still, will be seeing SFB today for coffee, and so I can pay her back some money, and with any luck, it'll be quite pleasant.
Lessons in life that I have revised this week:
(a) Do not post to the international Lan San list drunk. It tends to have all sorts of wacky and wonderful consequences, not the least of which is a bunch of people 57, 000 miles away calling you a heretic.
(b) Only OCD people mop the kitchen at two in the morning. No matter how short your time frame, do not be swayed into thinking this is a good idea.
(c) It should be legal to marry your percolator.
Okay, I guess that's it for me, kids. See you on the other side.
P.S. When no-one reads or comments on my IC LJ, it makes the baby Jesus cry.
Where I'm At: |
Bayswater |
Jiving To: |
the bells in my head |
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