So I totally disliked the last post I wrote. I deleted and rewrote it.
This is Wellington. It drives me crazy.
I am in Christchurch, going home tonight. My souvenir: impetigo.
I ran into Roger Rees today when I was leaving a secondhand bookstore with the film script for Lolita.
I can't wait to sleep in a room all by myself tonight. Goodbye, hostels.