I admit it: my life is boring. That's why I rarely blog. I bounce, pinball-like, between class (Monday morning = boringest computer class of doooooom), work and fangirl squeeage. I write. I read. (Harry Potter and the lost art of brevity finished, The Scar begun. And I swear I didn't see the link between those two until right this very minute.) I horribly slaughter demons from the pits of hell. I sleep.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

My withering scorn is withering for want of exercise. The only people I belittle these days are Adam and Will on the Triple J morning show, and that's really a cheap shot.

Obviously I should get out more. Meet new people, see interesting places. And then bitch about them.