Am typing this in the middle of the night because wireless internet here is seven bucks a day and being miserly and Chinese, I don't want to waste it. Anyway, I'm now in Launceston (a city so often ignored, my spellcheck adds a red line underneath its name.) I'm staying at a hotel for a night before driving up to Cradle Mountain, and the town clocktower next door chimes actively and almost enthusiastically every 15 minutes — yep I'm gettin' lots of sleep here.
Also: hypothetically speaking, would I apply to an organisation that insists you operate on Netscape (in a javascript pop-up) every time you log in to submit form after form? (I mean, come on guys, who uses Netscape now anyway?) Additionally, submission deadlines don't agree with each other on different pages, the site's periodically down, etc. (and I have to deal with all this in a hotel room in Tasmania... brilliant.) But it's fine, I can do my own soul-searching on the mountain.
In happier news, check out what I've been up to for the past week! Includes: suspension bridges, kayaking in a frigid drizzle, walking on rocks, and eating rhubarb pie. Mmm.
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