I’m going to see Terry Pratchett on Sunday.

Since the last time I did the blogging thing, I’ve been doing more or less the same things, talking to the same people, working the same jobs, complaining about the same things. Three jobs is too many. Therefore from the 31st, I shall be a woman with a mere TWO jobs. the daytime one and the sometimes cleaning one are all that will be left to me. With the free time I get as a prize for removing a chunk of my income I plan to do things, write things, keep in contact with people, get some…

Well, I’m here. And I like Auckland, so I think I’ll stay a while. Need to find a job, and update my CV and open a bank account and AAGH. I’ve been online for an hour an a half already, looking for somewhere to live, but it’s hard when ya have no money. I might just live in a backpacker hostel for a while.

My fixation with possessions will come to an end pretty quickly once I have to carry them all on my back. Who’da thunk that a few changes of clothes and a toothbrush would weigh so much? Well, slightly more than that, perhaps. I wish I could bring a laptop (but I don’t have one), a ballgown (just in case, even though I hate balls), a guitar (so that I could learn how to play it and do some busking) and the new set of kitchen knives my mum bought last week because I made her. (because…

I’ve just finished a sort of half-assed tidying of my house. There were maybe fifty people here earlier. Practically everyone who was invited turned up. There were mounds of food and fathoms of drink and it actually seemed like everyone was having a good time. There was music and singing and small children playing with dogs or colouring-in quietly, and nonchalant boys playing frisbee on the grass, and girleens playing the fine art of camogie, and drunken next-door neighbours playing Jenga,…