I’m on my way, but I don’t know where I’m going.

As all good postcards do, this one arrives after the vacation is over:

I make poor assumptions, including the fact that my diary is so fascinating that anyone who stumbles across it will be compelled to read it from start to finish. By way of background, I live in an apartment. There are no water connections outside. There are no electrical outlets outside. There are only cherries outside….

I so, I’ve got the NZ itinerary, and Christchurch is Tuesday, January 8th with free time in the afternoon. Get in touch using my email (if you have it) or private message if you don’t have it, and we’ll see if we can work something out.

Adolescent Cat from Hell must be going through some sort of personal security crisis at the moment. When she was a kitten, she liked to sit on my shoulder. I encouraged this – I thought it was cute and it made my little black heart melt whenever she sought me out so she could sleep…

Today the world is an emptier place. My heartfelt condolences to King Duncan’s loyal court. Tonight an empty throne is sure to bring only pain, but tomorrow it is my sincerest wish that it remind those who loved him that he was given as royal a life as any who may have borne a crown.

Yes, the self-confessed test junkie has fallen for another one. This came to me by way of sobriquet’s most recent entry. It’s called Colorgenics, and was incredibly easy to take. You just pick colors you like. My results: You have always longed for tenderness, love and a sensitivity of feeling into which you would like…