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It's going to be THIRTY-FIVE DEGREES in Sydney today. Even this morning it is, gloriously, too hot for coffee. I forsee a marked drop in my weekly expenditure.
Anyway, this is my last day of Haematology, and all I have is one morning tutorial and then I am freeeeeee. K and I are catching the same bus to Canberra this afternoon, so we're going to romp around the city in the meantime -- have lunch on King St., probably ransack Basement Books for awesome books costing very little money, that kind of thing.
Then: home! For just over a week.
(Dilemma of the day: what to wear on a bus going from deliciously warm Sydney to much-less-warm Canberra, when I have to leap immediately OFF said bus and go out to dinner at a fancy restaurant with my family. HMM.)
Anyway, this is my last day of Haematology, and all I have is one morning tutorial and then I am freeeeeee. K and I are catching the same bus to Canberra this afternoon, so we're going to romp around the city in the meantime -- have lunch on King St., probably ransack Basement Books for awesome books costing very little money, that kind of thing.
Then: home! For just over a week.
(Dilemma of the day: what to wear on a bus going from deliciously warm Sydney to much-less-warm Canberra, when I have to leap immediately OFF said bus and go out to dinner at a fancy restaurant with my family. HMM.)
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Hmm. I'd like to get away with wearing the dress I have on currently, but the thing is that I have to wear my ENORMOUS Doc Mary Janes on the bus because there's no room for them in my bag, which means...pants.
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most =/= all!
Also, you should probably never ever see clothes that I wear (other than shirts/jeans) ... ever. :)