to quote God

it is good.

end of term! i survived wipeout! well, it wasn't that bad but i reserve the right to complain. cuz i can.

essay... completed, handed in, signed to say i didn't plagiarize anything without the proper acknowledgements... ta daa!

and test... finis! all done. and it was easy. although i know i shouldn't say that and jinx it but good thing i don't belive in jinxes. hehe. it is good. it is over. for two weeks i can paint and read and write without feeling guilty that i should be in the books. it is very good.

did some painting tonight - not four unreasonable but blissful hours like monday night. about one hour actually but mum and dad's pretty rangitoto is almost done. rangitoto is done anyway, just the contrary lampost to finish... i put the shadow on the wrong side... oops. almost done tho. and about time... six months later. started a knew one too - a jetty at dusk. i like dusk. promises a fun night or sleep - either way is good to me.

ow. stupid finger. i sliced half my pinky fingernail off while pealing kumaras at work today. pinky does not want to type. stupid pinky. hehe, thoughts of pinky and the brain. ow. why are there so many damn A's in the english language. ow... i'm getting pathetic and pouty now.

should drink switzel b4 it gets cold. il see how long im ok 2 type b4 i need to use the letter left of s. hehe. weird but im not ok to use other fingers for the left pinky keys. im very good with my typing. stick to the rules. or just type too much & need to get life outside of fiction writing. doing ok without Q, Z & A. used index finger then. tricky.

boring tangent. ow. i'll just type 'ow' everytime i use an (ow) A (ow). so what was (ow ow) i saying(ow)? oh, switzel... family remedy type drink. honey & apple cider vinegar and hot water. nice and healthy and warm and not milky bedtime drink.

bed. good idea. except i am officially on holiday and have luxury of not feeling guilty when i write till silly times at night. ow... [blubbing... almost] (ow)

hey, i think black books is on tonight. shall go and write tomorrow instead as am on holiday. and finger is sore. sure it will magically be perfect again tomorrow. good thing i'm being a socialiate most of the day. give pinky a break. ooow, it hurts. grrr. im off.