Belated token new year shite
My enthusiasm for this exercise knows no bounds. Evidently.
2015:
- officially joined the ranks of a profession so esteemed (read: more than slightly up its own arse) that they still make you take an actual for-realsies oath. Like, actually. And I think they gave me some sort of scroll... thing.
- obtained shiny job at not-for-profit. Drank tea. Wrangled members of public.
- acquired glandular fever. Time to date spent being perpetually exhausted and getting emphatically spanked by every ailment going around the office.
- played a mind-boggling quantity of Dragon Age. Discovered that my assumption that I had (finally) grown out of getting Way Too Into fictional worlds and their inhabitants was, in fact, completely erroneous.
- ran away from professional and personal responsibilities to go and wander along an ancient pilgrimage trail. And eat a lot of convenience store food.
Plans for 2016:
- become charismatic ne’re-do-well?
- play a mind-boggling quantity of Mass Effect.
- drink tea and pat neighbourhood cats.
