No study done, but my house is spotless* and I cooked a cracking curry for dinner.

Procrastination, thy name is m_m.




* Not hyperbole. I literally got down on my knees and scrubbed the tiles on the bathroom floor with bleach. Madness.

My lovely mate JJ is in Melbs for a bit directing some shows, and we caught up today. When I told her I'd gone back to uni and was doing a BA in English Lit, her immediate response was "for fun, right?".

THIS IS WHY WE ARE FRIENDS.

She totally gets it.

So far, she's the only one who has.

Yeah, so modern dance. I get it. I appreciate it. But I don't necessarily like it.

Four out of five things on the to-do list achieved.

The fifth is going to take a while though...*



* Study. Lots of it. Welp!

It's very challenging being the organised one when you're surrounded by scatterbrained, demanding academics.

Last minute much?

My poor Brutha cannot catch a break... last season he couldn't play cricket because he'd almost sliced his thumb off at work; this season he screws up his knee in one of the first matches of the season... hello reconstructive surgery.

Dude.

Thanks Sydney, that was fun.

I won't be rushing back though... soz.

Melbs is where it's at.