Well for starters my flatmate replacement crisis is over. Saved in the dying moments by a German named Sebastian. He seems ok, the flatmate's thought he'd do so we offered and he took it. Instant de-stresser. He gets my desk it is in the too hard basket to move it and the bricks that hold it up remind me of the failure of my assembly skills.

As I write this I'm sitting in a room surrounded by misc crap that really needs just to be raked into my car like leaves into a bag. The van is roughly full, but I could squeeze some boxes in here and there. Its dark and really windy, I guesstimate that I have around 10 trips up and down the hill to get it all in. I have to return the van early and fill it up, so I hope Alex isn't too delayed by the Ferry delays, otherwise my costs could increase rather rapidly, time will tell I guess. Thankfully I had Adrian to help me with the 2 person stuff, I would of been screwed-royal without him, which more than made up for the slamming of my fingers into the dresser.

I also spent my day catching up with Susie (thanks for lunch btw), picking up my tickets and running round like a headless chook trying to get so much done but not getting anything achieved. I did get some music across to Adrian and vice versa, so really all that's left is to do the hard yards and move my shit into the cold Wellington night.