September 24th, 2007


The Burning Question Of The Day Is..

Why have I not listened to Green Nuns of the Revolution before?

Today is brought to you by the letter BLEH. Can it be nap time now?

Yes, I hear all you people who slept for 11 hours on Saturday and didn't go out dancing, schadenfreuding yourselves into a frenzy. But, I partially blame going to bed at 8:30pm last night and waking up at 2am with the realisation that daylight savings starts in the middle of Tom Cosm's set on Saturday night. *meep* Then lying awake for an hour and a half trying to make my brain come up with a solution.

Reassurance - this only affects our party at 6am when the bar's license finishes and we have to stop. And Tom will play his 1 1/2 hours as booked. *phew*

And I have that pleasantly achey 'I danced all night then threw branches around all day' feeling in my body. It's nice.

Welcome to Wellington, richdrich!

I am wearing my cable jersey that Mum spun and knitted for me from one of her own sheep that I shore. It doubles as a blanky. *sneaks off to the broom cupboard for a nap*