Usually days start for me between four and six, dependant on any number of urges leading to awakeness. Best friend stumbling in at two-thirty ranting about front-door security would be one of the less regular wake-up-calls. But oddly enough it isn't the first time it's happened. I blame red bull. Beloved alcohol would never do such a thing if left alone.
Best friend hung over, we decided on an easy day of grazing and lounges in the hotel. An attempt to reach the pinnacle of Mount Wellington was thwarted again by fluorescent men in government utes. But today we managed to reach heights where the hung-over one could non-chalantly experience his first snow.
Following a quick lunch we headed to the room for spas, room service, movies and relaxation. Five full bath robe hours later I had reviewed my edits of ten chapters. Mocking up my own misguided photoshop cover, I have packaged a PDF to email out. There is always fear that accompanies sending unedited work. Not necessarily in the fear of reviews, as I write things I would enjoy to read, but in the exposure of my earnest mind. It is fuzzy and might shine a little bit too much.
With the victory of the Reds to cap off our night, accompanied with Tasmanian Blue eye and chips, we slept to the end of Winter Break!
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