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It's been really hard to come back to work after the holidays. I still have skin peeling off. I have a satisfying rock on my dresser. I have a whole bunch of photos stolen from someone with considerably more photography talent because my camera ran out of batteries because I stayed on holiday much longer than I intended to. Sigh ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm caught in some sort of slightly kooky, head-cocking, eyebrow-raising but not quite cold-sweat-inducing nightmare. Going to the kitchenbathroom in my office involves walking out of the office, into the foyer, down a big long hall with no windows and then into the kitchenbathroom. The past three times I've been to the kitchenbathroom ( Read more... )

1) Where did you ring in 2006?
In the kitchen of the Lake Hawea camping grounds, playing Rummy with an orange-haired man. Actually I might have decided to go pee at that point. Who knows. We'd thought that it would be fun to go camping down south for new years, since we were both living in Australia (him in Sydney, me in Melbourne), we wanted to see ( Read more... )

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In one week and one day I'm moving into a new house which just happens to be two units back from my old house opposite Hagley Park. Since I came back to Christchurch I've been moaning and wailing about how I really just want my old house back, and whaddyaknow. This goes to prove that if you complain long enough the universe will get so sick of your ( Read more... )

Oh god, I so should have just gone to bed when Desperate Housewives finished.

( The continuing saga of the unpleasant flatmates: )

Second poll without a poll ( Read more... )

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My old flatmate's short film, filmed in my house (and my bedroom!) in Melbourne.

I miss everything in that sentence.