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Dear blogger what happened to my fucking bullets - I hate your guts blogger.
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This Saturday I am flying to Sydney to speak to the ASG at their Industry Day. Just thinking about it makes me clench at both ends. Why oh why do I say yes to these things and stress so much ?I am working on a tutorial for the little dude in the last post but I ran out of light for photos so it might take me a few more days as I grab photos before and after work. It'll be a pretty rough tutorial , otherwise we'll need about 50 photos.I am teaching at Amitie next month - and hoping to use it as an excuse for a long weekend in Melbourne.I recently met two of the finest eggs you can imagine.I am hanging out on bookface sometimes, come and like me (how weird is that as a sentence ? I mean really do we ask people to like us these days ? ........this stuff makes me feel old.)I joined pinterest but it hasn't grabbed me.This also makes me feel oldThe thought of going to work tomorrow makes me feel like this...................
