At the conclusion of Rosewater,  my movie companion remarked: "isn't it frustrating that the people who should see this film probably never will?"

Word, lady. Word.

The neighbours are having a party while I'm listening to a podcast of my ENGL101 lecture on Poe and the short story. Given they're blaring out music like Elton's 'Candle in the Wind' and Fleetwood Mac's 'Landslide', I'd say I'm having the better time.

Some days (read: today), I am forced to get all Regal Meagle on certain of my co-workers.

No, [insert name here], I am not your bitch. Do it the fuck yourself.

It was always going to be a highly emotional day.


The tears started early on, but really hit their peak about here:

And when it was all over and I'd rewatched it twice I was like:

Farewell Parks and Rec. For seven glorious seasons you made me laugh, cry, take time to celebrate my friendships, own my dorky ways and be completely unapologetic for my feminism.

I will miss you immensely.

I love you and I like you.

FINALLY hit the send button on a 130 page report that's been plaguing me since before Christmas.

Work one job 9am - 5.30pm.

Arrive home, work another from 6.30pm - 11.30pm.

And somewhere in there I need to fit in some study.

Very proud to attend the launch of the book my wonderful, talented friend and former flatmate has been working so hard on for the last year. The guided meditation before the commencement of formalities was an added bonus and very welcomed - I'm feeling a lot more focussed tonight and ready to get stuck into my studies.