For some reason, my computer spits out one Drosophila per day. This is peculiar, because as far as I know, Acer is not the name of a fruit. I have attempted to eat my computer (most recently, when my bag almost slipped out of my grasp getting it out of the overhead locker: I caught it with my face!) and it wasn’t juicy.
Perhaps it’s like a quince, and I need to boil 7 shades of disk out of it?
Off to Spain tomorrow. Am going to try new technique of packing: bundle packing.
With Joseph going soon, I'm worried I'll start to feel disconnected again. It's that special feeling of "belonging" (tinged with paranoia) induced when you bump into someone on the street when you're en route home. Even if he's usually to be found at my house anyway (I have a DVD player...if I had Sky, I reckon I might get lucky more frequently...television being a commodity here).In other news: I've been here for just over a year. I've been to 12 countries. I've had 9 visitors. This is more than in my entire 10 years in NZ.