I am finally in my very last semester of my Photography degree (you can tell how serious that is by my capitalisation of ' Photography ', ) That's assuming I don't have some psychotic meltdown and fail. It hurts my brain to think about that possibility.

This of course means I have yet another 20 fantasmagorical images to give birth to and fork out hundreds (literally. hundreds. ) of dollars that I just do not have in printing. It hurts my brain to think about that too.

So if I disappear, I've gone crazy. Or if I seem to be here more, I'm procrastinating.

I've come to the conclusion that my cat Turtle likes Harry Potter. If I leave the room for even just a few minutes inevitably when I return iTunes is mysteriously playing Harry Potter audio books. I have a sneaking suspicion that as soon as I leave Turtle takes the opportunity to jump around on my keyboard, thus turning on iTunes. It just always happens to be Harry Potter that shuffle picks out.

I recently have realised that the inclusion of food dye in my cooking to make it look awesome does not constitute awesome tasting food. Devastated.

Right right, stopping procrastinating.....now.