I haven't baked the cake and I got into a fight with gravity and got punched in the face by her very, very, very violent friend, the floor, all because I tried to climb onto the pavement with my scooter and misjudged the height. Damn gravity and her friends... But yay for drinks!

Dirty Black Russians beat White Russians and I still don't like beer. Strawberry-apple cider on the other hand is not bad.

Drink tally: 2 whites, 1 beer, 3 dirty black russians.

The week of craziness is over. Over.




Amazing, aren't they?

And this was my few weeks long amazingness: Tape Melbourne and the Tape Melbourners (without Tracy, David and Josh)