Life is occasionally about taking risks. Risks that can impact on the quality of your life for the next little while, or years to come. Alright, I suppose I shouldn't gloat just yet, as I'm not quite in the clear. By some miracle I managed to catch a cold as the weather turned warmer...yeah. I still have this said cold, and Australian University Games, aka the biggest funnest event on the University sports calender, is kicking off on Monday.

 

I would like to believe I'm on track to a full recovery before then. Even after staying up till 2 am last night to fly around in pretend spaceships on the internet. If I still have this cold on Monday, well, it's not getting a chance to get better until the week after, and I'm probably going to have a miserable and painful week. If I do make a full recovery, this is going to be the best week of my life, this year. Well, it'll have some stiff competition from the week I got my new road bike, but I think it'll edge out ahead as I also get to move out this week.

 

Moving out has been a move I've been contemplating for many years. The stars, moons, and other irrelevant celestial bodies have finally aligned in such a fashion as to facilitate the enactment of this plan. The culmination of years of yearning, thus it is inevitably gonna suck when it finally happens. But not to fear, I'll have piles upon piles of academic assignments to keep me distracted from the utter suckiness of it all.