I'm in Blenheim. Surprise. And if I may, just for a short while, dispense with the pretense of my online charachter and be unusually honest - this is good. I needed to get away from Christchurch. Too much routine and surliness. Too much tension - the stress wasn't the problem - I like the stess. I think the main problem was I couldn't go home or go anywhere and relax. And I'm a big fan of smiling internally (internal sunshine?). Too many percieved ghosts in chch. Ghosts avoid Blenheim... which is rather ironic if you know the grizzly details of my hidden past. I wouldn't call it a fake plastic life, but I did bust through the ceiling and turned and ran. The open sensuality of the road is always smile-worthy. As are beer and parents.


Not that I'm running from the work. Will be working full on up here. Which will be fun. Geek, I know. Nerd, I deny. I have the essentials. Work. Computer. xbox. guitar. radiohead. hmmm. someone I harrassed a lot about radiohead will be laughing to themselves when they find out about this current rabid love.

Should be a good week or two. But I still intend to live vicariously through you lot. So blog, damnit. Or email with stuff you might not want to blog.

ps. clearly not going to be able to make coffee, soccer, or running late night chocolate missions for the endorphin starved students of chch. Apologies. Now blog.