Of Secrets Untold

I'm being organisey and making sure everything is in place for the move... now that I'm up to speed with the correct date. Cough. Though having said that, I did go through most of today thinking it was Wednesday, and was thoroughly put out when I realised there was still an extra day of waiting to go. WHAT GIVES. I think I'm just having a time displacement wossname going on or something.

My shit: all apart.

I have a shindig to go to the week after I arrive. How convenient is that! At Tamsyn's place nonetheless, where we shall ritually sing her flatmate Vanessa's praises and offer up to her our firstborn, plus libations of wine and ancient placating songs, to lull her from rising up and devouring our souls for another ten thousand years. Also she is graduating which is probably a decent secondary reason.

My mum is on the Facebooks now. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this. It's probably a matter of time before she adapts to her new environment and begins tagging me with long buried photos of bygone eras, mainly involving neon pink teeshirts and long fringe haircuts. Or alternatively her account may implode under the weight of all the Zoo-Farming-Gift-Zebra apps within a month. I guess time will tell.