This afternoon I am tripping down to Sydney, where I will attempt to find Galaxy bookstore. (Attempt to find because, even though it has lived on York St for a long time now, last time I walked up York St it had mysteriously disappeared. This could perhaps have had something to do with my weariness and the sore state of my feet, and possibly a little thing known as inattention but, honestly, I don't think so. I think the bookstore really vanished.) The plan is to attend Jeff VanderMeer's signing at said bookstore (I nearly wrote singing, which I suppose would be an added bonus, but most writers aren't known for their singing, per se), and then dinner. Tomorrow I have an exam in how to use Microsoft Word to edit on-screen which, frankly, may be the exam I feel the most blase about in all my life. Other than that, Sydney will involve hanging out with my favourite mechwarrior.
All of which is to say: back in a couple of days.
(And can I just say: have you seen what the aussies are doing to vanderworld? Honestly. We make a ruckus wherever we go. It's a national identity thing. It's wonderful.)