It’s my last day as a 29 year old today. Well, for my body anyway. My system ranges in ages from about 5 years old and upwards. Some of them age over time and some are fixed. Like the 5 year old, who tends to make her presence known through a sudden surge in my passion for icecream, my interest in vending machines selling shiny wrapped packets of lollies and chocolate, and my anxiety level about whether I’ve remembered to put on underwear before leaving the house. (I always have!)

So, I’ve finished and submitted my major art essay yesterday, hurrah! It was a mad day, I worked solidly all day through til 6am researching the topic (the changing role, practice, and idea of what it is to be an artists since the medieval period to now) and writing the essay, kipped off for a few hours sleep and then finished the referencing and conclusion the next day. I now have a brain stuffed full of exiting theories about art and postmoderism and have been annoying all my friends by educating them at length and with great excitement. I love researching!

Today, therefore, is the start of my college holidays!

I have slept in. Sort of. I have stayed in bed a long time and ached, but I’m counting that anyway. The fibro is a bit bad at the moment and nights and mornings are rough. Rose has cooked me a big hot fried breakfast/lunch meal of bacon and eggs and garlicy mushrooms and suchlike. I’ve woken up to find that marriage has just been legalized for gay people in New Zealand. Then, we’re off to see the Turner exhibition! I (we) are very excited about it, it’s going to be a good day! 🙂