It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

1. Last aftershock I felt was at about 8 this morning.

2. Big one (5.somethingorother) at 3 am had me jumping out of bed like I was rocket-powered.

3. The buses are running but it doesn't help that the real time map ISN'T. At least they're going though. And my favourite busdriver is not only okay, but cheerful as ever he was.

4. Shops are still out of some stuff, but managed to get everything I wanted, including half-price Pepsi WHEEEEEEEEOMG

5. What kind of cat doesn't like tuna? She doesn't like tuna or chicken or steak. She likes dry cat food and cheese (not...together...). What did she eat before the cat rescue people picked her up?! Wild dry cat food she caught with her mad hunting skillz?! I swear to sonny Jim my cat is munted. I love her the most anyway. She's adorable and when I poke her she scolds me <3

6. Tunnnaaaa mmmeellltttsssssss

7. Tonight I am making chili and relaxing and I like it that way.

8. This guy on the bus had the BEST accent and it made me smile.

9. Random people I don't even know at the bus stops are asking me how I fared. Dear Christchurch, I love you.

10. I <3 you all too :D

So I've spent all weekend studying and writing and I haven't brushed my hair in two days. Please note it is CLEAN, just wild and untamed, like my SOUL. Booyah. Now it's a bit wet and I'm cold, but my heater is on and I have a hottie and the girlies are watching Mitchell and Webb while I ignore it because I'm not entirely sure I get it... BUT We watched Stephen Fry's last look and QI and I made a sausage bake and tea and then I burned my hand with the water filling UP the water bottle, but it's all good.

It's ALL GOOD.

Because essays have eaten my brain. Eaten. Gone. Yesterday I spent the afternoon reading about social policy and fricking welfare and like...policy of policy makers making policy all for ONE 500 WORD REVIEW which is POINTLESS but it's out of the way so I can focus on how qualitative researchers use observation, focus groups, interviews and existing documentation to complete their research.

Reeeessseeaarrrcchhhhhhhh.

No seriously, brain eaten.

Tomorrow I get to ACTUALLY SEND MAIL because I've been waiting for the US Federal Aid lady to return my form to me before I send stuff to the US and she finally got to it. And then I have class and then more essays. Wheeeeeeee.

PS David Wells is my gay boyfriend. :D

I didn't wake up on time this morning! I still managed to get to work 5 minutes before nine, thanks to the lovely Lewi. But usually I am an hour early, so this was most distressing. I have to say though...it feels like I've been here for about ten minutes, and it's already almost 2, which leaves only 3 hours left.

Weird.

Maybe I should sleep in every day?! (Watch Lewi negate this 'plan' with utter vehemency.)

:D

Also, I love Ovaltine. Stupid, addictive malt.