koneko said:
And good evening to you Mr Junkspace. How are you and what time is it where you are. It's nearly 10pm here...*gulp* way past my bedtime on a school night.
It's so way past
my bedtime that it's actually past
your bedtime?!
It's 5am here. I've been up all night packing and procrastinating.
Plus my girl is working nightshift, and i don't tend to settle down and go to bed without a sensible person around to stop me slipping into my standard nocturnal ways.
But fuck it; i've got a lot to do.
Besides being frazzled, sleep deprived and stressed as fuck - i'm actually pretty good thanks kate

My new life is just days away now. That's exciting, once i forget about all the anxiety-provoking shit.
God, i wish i could get to sleep at 10am. I'm such a terrible night owl
Lychees have papery skin, often called Chinese gooseberries here.
They (Cape Gooseberries) remind me of my old Gran; she used to have them growing in her back garden when i was a kid.
I never really liked the taste of them, but always ate them anyway because they were fun to pick and unwrap. And maybe were sorta special 'cause i loved her garden as a wee lad.
She always called it "the gooseberry bush" - but i remember now my mum calling them "Cape Gooseberries".
Had to consult the interwebs (via non-google search engine*) for that
*not for any particular reason besides me not using google wherever possible.
"Consult google" has just become part of the lexicon.
Using "google" as a verb
