Organising this is fun!

Dear self,

When you are being assaulted in a New York alley, you will look back to those Queensland nights where you forefited sleep to and stayed up 'til 1am to make phone calls to a country 13 hours behind you and laugh.

However, until that day comes you must try not to be too upset that you must function on 4 hours sleep.

If I fall asleep at the picnic tomorrow, please inject me with some caffine ;_; I can't believe my enquiries to Stony Brook University have coincided perfectly with their busiest time of year... the journalism coordinator answered my call inbetween graduation ceremonies -_-;

1400 word essay + 3 hours sleep + Moscato

I HOST THE INTERNET. (Wow that's a terrible photo.)

Today... uh... my brain was numbed. I seem to recall pretty ladies in fancy dresses munching on tasty macarons and drinking anything within reach. The smell of rain, perfume and blackberry liquor. Bows, cat ears and so very much bling. Being shocked and dismayed that no-one ended up gluing the vast array of confections to rings and necklaces as I had been expecting. The concept of strings of brightly coloured popcorn being so rori.

To those delightful sirens who may or may not exist purely within my imagination, I send my love.

Also, I just rubbed my still made up eyes and now I look like I've been fingerpainting with condensed charcoal.