The Ant got a phonecall from me at like 8:00am this morning, me in my doondies, feeling as fresh as a daisy doused in acid rain....a little hung from my first evening in GTown and the Rat.
Anyway, I transcribed my post to her this morning.
But I forgot to say, thanks everyone for my birthday wishes below. I am 26 today. And I'm freaking out over here. No better way to start your late-twenties on a hangover in Grahamstown.
The journalism department here is super jacked, I am most impressed. This is where we'll have our seminars and such. It's a new building with the latest tech equipment, and fresh coffee. On that, I ate in a dining hall this morning. Breakfast res food. Mmmmmmm delicious. Takes me back to when I was 19. OK breathe. I'm 26, it's only seven years from 19. Breathe.
OK The Ant is going to post for me this morning. Better run, can't find my other delegates.
PS: Fuck. I'm 26.