An excuse of sorts

I reserve an entire afternoon to help my flatmate start translating her 30 page thesis into English (=> two months' rent wiped out => helpful) and whaddya know, she gets a phone call from a manfriend at 1pm, and shoots out of the front door. This leaves me with nothing to do, and a tremendous smell of freshly sprayed perfume. So I am engaged in internetty activities - namely, hunting flats, hunting jobs, and deciding I needto organise some kind of online presence. Whether this is really a valid excuse to start a blog is up to you, the viewing public, to decide.

It's not that I don't have a job. I have four at least. No, wait, five. But there are always other things to try out.