Me = 0. Earthquake = 1.

What began as something scary turned into something rather exciting. The devastating earthquake that I (unfortunately) experienced turned out to be a blessing in disguise. This was a well disguised blessing, I'm talking hat, gloves, parka, gumboots, the whole works.

But when our two week holiday became three weeks and more resulting aftershocks led to four weeks I wondered when it would stop. And how the heck Uni was going to pick itself up.

"We'll have a 5 week term" they decided. This is where I thought maybe I shouldn't have relaxed quite so much. Maybe I should have done a little more work with this ample free time. But no, I meandered through the holidays with little thought to the consequences this would place on my workload.

Now, in the brunt of my first week back, I'm starting to get rather nervous.

I think I'll go make myself a pot of tea. That always seems to make things better.

If only I could bloody well train it to study the french language for me.