get back on my feet again

Today I: organised myself. I had to use the phone a lot. It was traumatising. I'm fine once they pick up, I go all professional and vaguely more British, but the whole idea just makes me nervous.

- emailed the florist about bouquets for upcoming choral concert
- left a message at the Albert Hall regarding venue hire for NEXT choral concert, in May next year
- booked a dental appointment
- gave UniSuper my tax file number and registered online

(I have two superannuation accounts. TWO. How does this even happen? I'm EIGHTEEN. Quelle bizarre.)

I want to write. I am in a writing mood. My writing moods like to strike when I have pages and pages and pages of psych reading to do, because obviously I am a masochist and you know what, this is just unfair.

I'm going to do my reading and then I'm going to work on...something. Maybe Quindlemire. Because I miss it. And it may be juvenile crap, but it's endearingly juvenile crap. It reads like a hilarious gradient of gradually polished writing skill.

ETA: ( Hee! )