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03/07/2024 Entry: "As seen from my bed"
As seen from my bed
Have been completely sick/missing in action/busy recovering since my last post. Closing last month was particularly eventful, March being a Grand Prix month in Malaysia among a million other things. Publishing is a very exciting industry to be heavily involved in. Especially when you're busy living a separate life on Azeroth. I haven't had time to check my personal email until yesterday, when I did and found about 6000 junk mails cluttering up my inbox so I quickly screened through the headers from my web interface and replied some important ones before deleting all my accounts (yay) forcing incoming mails to go straight to jail, do not pass go, yada yada. Brilliant. Then it hit me that I use one particular address for some important login/registration purposes so I had to reinstate it, download a new email client (Thunderbird) and, sigh, deal with it. My personal email has changed so if you catch me on MSN you will see it. And probably laugh. In the couple of days that I was off sick, I have been ploughing through a few books (travel journals; my new obsession) in hopes of being inspired to pack up and disappear somewhere later this year.. and in the meantime live vicariously through other people's experiences. I've picked up books on Ireland, Sydney, Puerto Rico, eating through Italy and a compilation of funny travel stories from around the world. Morocco sounds appealing thus far, as does the south of France and of course eating through Italy, but I've never really been a backpacking sort. Big cities (initially planned to revisit London, check out Zurich, New York and Moscow) have lost their glittering appeal somewhere at the end of last year, I'm sad to say, because I thought I've always been the stiletto sort. Apparently not, if this is any indication: the words 'sample sales' and 'vodka' don't have the same effect on me that it used to. Gasp. Which, ironically, is very me in general. In between here and there. Undecided. Fickle. Undefinable. A grey area. Must be some stress-induced mid-20s phase. I'll leave the whole blonde issue for later. Anyway. Anyone going to the Midi Convention this weekend?
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