March 7th, 2008


Hard on the heels of the bouquets and the extra moneys

Comes the bit where I take a Mental Health Day. Well.. I have a sniffle, and last night grist said I was looking peaky..

Anyway, last night I took the night 'off' - which basically means that the only duty/responsibility/sensible thing I did was look after the sheep. This time, the tap on the tank from which I fill one of the troughs was broken, but ph3ar my resourceful skillz0rs, for I siphoned the tank to the trough. That's right boys, here is a girl who can siphon. And I'm not talking your pissy little petrol tank siphon hose, this is a fullsize water hose about 6 metres long.

(i may have developed this skill in dargaville in the days when i drove old crappy cars and could only afford to put $5 petrol in them at a time)

Now my lips hurt.

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Yep, that was a whole lotta TMI, right there.

Anyway, last night I didn't even do my readings for today's lecture. This morning I set my alarm to get up in time to do them, and lo and behold, there are none! Instead, today we're going to learn about how to write an essay.

I am one lucky chica, no?

And after that, I'll probably go sit in the library and admire the view till Fidel's time. This means I won't be interacting, the world is safe from me, and by later this afternoon, the effects should be starting to wear off. Win-win.

(ps, ice cream helps)