Sleepy kawaii

Every night, when the lights go out, Poika comes out, does a little flicker dance, and then pirouettes off to dreamland.

Jms got her for me for my birthday. I hope I never get too old for this sort of thing.

It was one of the many awesome gifts I received, not limited to, but including: the coolest torch (which I can't wait to take draining when the rain stops!), a super cute "Bear Paw" succulent, beautiful Dale jumper and beanie (obv cuter on me), kimono fabric, and this guy - who suspiciously looks like it might have been for the giver rather than the receiver (:P)

I am a very lucky girl. But enough of the gloating and stuff worship.

I do however wish I'd had a chance to blog about it all sooner. Lately quite a few things have been begging to be recorded - but alas, other things to do - and the moment passes. To me the joy of highlighting things is in their freshness and immediacy. Unfortunately, given that I am now a paid up and proud "wage slave" blogging is way down the list of priorities. Which is a shame because I really enjoy it and like the writing practice. In a previous life I was a professional writer (if you count legal documents and policy, nothing pretty). Words were very important to me and I really enjoyed flexing my intellectual muscle, grappling with the desire to create a precise turn of phrase.

Recently have been helping a friend get through a Graduate Diploma. An unbelievably talented person - but with no knowledge of academic writing. I've been pleasantly surprised how nice it was to put together something longer than a shopping list. Not to mention how easily I slipped into the rhythm - like a body memory. Years of essay writing built super-highway style neurotransmitters in my brain I guess. There has to be a plus side to having been at Uni for 6 1/2 years. And that was just the first time round!

God forbid I've been thinking about going back AGAIN. Only one subject though - I promise.


PS. Facebook is evil - spending 5 hours to become a Jedi Knight instead of posting. Aargh it robs me of my brain thinking!