I write this from the discomfort of Busáras. Standing in an internet kiosk.
Number of things happening.
1. Mum and Dad are away for Dad's 47th birthday. I have the house to myself. However I'm not there. That mean's no one's fed the pets or let the dog out. When I get home there'll probably be a mess everywhere and Lily will have broken in and feasted on Blacky.
She's a cat. They're devious.
2. Numerous assignments. My zero tolerance on angsty posts will end this point now.
3 I'm 21 in just over a month. Or 16 for the 5th time as I like to see it. Yay selective adulthood.
I should consider planning that party.
That was fun. I should try for some weirder place next time.