It is Australia day, and I am home at 9 45. Isnt that a little sad? I wonder why I am here when the rest of my friends are out having fun. I even got in before my parents. Now that is sad.
Is it just me, or is it when we begin things that they seem so wonderful and new? There is always an element of fun and intangible excitement when we begin. This is quite frequently spoiled of course, by typings and revisions and just us interfering. Just a thought.
