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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:
My pirate name is:
Bloody Bess Cash
Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.
That was a fun quiz. Consider it my contribution towards Talk Like A Pirate Day, which (as usual) I forgot about and then ended up missing because I'm a day ahead of everyone else anyway.
- 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:
My pirate name is:
Bloody Bess Cash
Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.
That was a fun quiz. Consider it my contribution towards Talk Like A Pirate Day, which (as usual) I forgot about and then ended up missing because I'm a day ahead of everyone else anyway.