Okay okay

I was actually planning on writing something tonight anyhow. I've lost my mojo though. No inner burning fire to write. I wonder if it's on account of pumping hormones in to my body for the first time since mum got sick, flattening me out. The timing would correspond........

Anyway, I hate to pack. I hate to unpack. But I am packing with gusto this evening. I have packed all my most impractical underwear, (I surprised myself with the quantity I own after the inventory this evening. I thank Auckland sis for that) I also have a nice dress and tomorrow I am going to buy a new bikini. Which i'm a bit terrified about, because it is only held up by a knot, and I may actually be held criminally responsible for blinding people...probably would qualify as assault I'm so honkey-assed white.

Oh, so where am I going? Christchurch, Akaroa and then Hamner Springs. Maybe Nelson. I'm leaving tomorrow night on a plane and ferrying back late Sunday night. And i'm so excited I could go stand in front of my mirror and dance to Barry White....or pee. Probably wouldn't need to pee to Barry White....

What else has been happening?

I pretended for a brief period that my work inspired me by writing the beastly paper to beat all papers. 300 plus submissions condensed down into five. Then it was finished and I went on to cruise control again.

Ate a chickens foot yesterday. After my boss spilt chicken feet juices (steaming hot) in my lap.

Had Antipasto (a very all-encompassing genre according to monsieur bear) with the Bears and Laurie on Saturday night, got a bit boozey and crooned to 80s singstar. Which is soooooo much better than ordinary singstar. And i've decided singstar is like pool. I improve with intoxication.......

Went to a wedding invitation working bee on Sunday. Was quite labour intensive, but very fun, in an oestrogen-brimming way.

Have gotten used to the haircut. Still no photos on record.

Hope you all have wonderful weekends. I will try very hard to do justice to my own on my return.

xx