I have my first melbourne cold! I'm stuffy and feeling sorry for myself, so I feel great :) I have arrived.

As I've been telling friends, things are going strangely well. A little too well if you ask me. I keep expecting to wake up one morning with a serious case of a nervous breakdown. The move and all it entails (isolation from my loved ones, the stress of relocation, the performance anxiety of my PhD...) should have left me a wreck of sorts. A year or two ago I would be curled up in a ball tearing chunks out of my cardigan with my teeth.

Does this mean I am now a well-adjusted adult???

As I Type: The Soup Dragons: 'Free'