forgive me, god of internet, for i have sinned.
three dry months.
while my other friends have either added-on twitter or switched to password-enabled versions of twitter.

the thesis shall keep me away no longer.
despite the fact that it's been begging for three complete re-writes.
and that i am working on major overhaul til 3am these nights.
it's embarrassing my first language happens to be english, really.

since the flatmate headed back for singas, i have been paranoid about
1. falling in the bathtub, and not being discovered til it's too late.
2. accidentally leaving the gas switched on.
3. eggs, fruit and veg going bad in the fridge (they still do; the rest haven't happened yet).



so i sit in my studio, blogging when i'm supposed to be writing an introduction.
with air-conditioning so warm i can afford to wear a tank-top in winter.
a luxury, really, besides that it lulls me to sleep.
and my batch of margaret river chocolate company chocs - a really thoughtful giftie from N turns into a gooey mush between my fingers.
this is not supposed to happen in the mid of a melburnian winter.

and neither are watermelons supposed to make an appearance in july, i think, but they have.
AUD6 was spent on 2kg of lovely watermelon, and consumed in a single sitting.
a paradox: watermelons cool you down, but vodka-watermelons warm you up.

it is, as the weather bureau says, a wintery day with fresh northwesterlies.