My Grandad passed today. Mere hours before I was going to see him. Sitting with grandma and his body while waiting for the undertakers is the hardest thing I think I’ll ever do. And now I can’t sleep. I wish I could pause uni too. But woot for group assignments that I can’t really extend.
I think one of my least favourite things about the “Real terror threat” is that suddenly all of the major news sources are interested in things that have been happening all of the time (ie arranged forced marriages of Australian girls to overseas husbands), but only suddenly care because they can mention ISIS in the headline and call it a terror wedding.
While waiting for food someone came and stood really close to me, coughed then walked away. Is this how weaponised Ebola starts?
I think I can pretty confidently say I’ll never pay to attend any sort of animal racing event.
Not sure I can deal with how good the Her OST is. Seriously mindblowing. Get it on FLAC and just let it caress you.