I am back at my parents house. It is cold and windy in Sydney and I am glad for tiny rooms filled with crap and heaters.
In other news, I am sick. Which meant my Die Task has been shot to shit. Sure, I could wake up at 6am for the sake of proving a point and then keel over and die, but unlike a panadol ad, I chose not to.
Work is so insane I don't even want to talk about it. And now I must give up trying to read the giant font on my mum's computer and go and clean things. Tomorrow is Kilimanjaro and Fling Flongs, Friday is The Commas, and Sunday is the Marrickville Festival. Let's hope I make it til then.
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