When I was in Edinburgh in August, I went to a Book Festival event where a Jamaican guy read a chapter from his book about Bob Marley and I thought "hey that sounds like a good book, but I've still got 4 weeks left of travelling and it's too hefty to carry around with me, so I won't bother buying it and getting him to sign it, even though he's sitting in the booth right next to me drinking and would probably be totally down with signing it for me."

That guy?

He just won the Man Booker Prize.

I'm an idiot.

OK, OK, I get it universe. I need to slow down. Cut back. Stop saying yes and start saying no.

Exam DONE.

That was stressful.

Major time/life/work/balance rethink required...

I really have no idea what I'm writing about in this exam... I feel totally out of my depth.

Second time around at the Bowie Is exhibition at ACMI was just as brilliant as the first.

On a side note, I wonder if his verbasizer would help me actually write this frickin' essay?

What I SHOULD be doing right now is writing my final essay for my Lit subject.

What I AM doing right now is getting ready to head out to the Festival Hub to meet friends visiting from Sydney.

Doh.

Letting my lovely barista ply me with free Nutella donuts (because he's a sweetie and it's his cafe so he can do what he likes) is not going to help me lose this holiday weight anytime soon...