Frankly, I don't know how to exist in the real world. Weekdays are a mystery to me. What do people do? Where do they go? Do they brunch? Should I be brunching? All of these questions are giving me an incalculable amount of grief. I'm filling up the breathing space between exams and schoolies (I'll explain that for you next time) with two months' worth of errands: optometrists and concession cards and bobby pins, but after that I'm running on empty.
My aim is to Visit Things. Isn't that sort of the whole point of my blog? I mean, I exist in the world's most goddamn liveable city. (In your face, Melbourne, FL.) I have so many great resources at my fingertips; galleries and theatres and parks and summer. I leave to spend a year or so in London in March; it's time to grow up and finally appreciate my home.
NGV and the Eureka Tower.
I fully accept the wishy-washiness of this post. But I'll get there. It'll happen. I could have blogged about the optometrist. You don't want that. But, for the record, I'm -2.75 in my left eye and -2.5 in my right.