So, I went to Byron Bay with T for three days. I did a lot less work than I expected, and read a lot more gay french literature than I expected (I finished Far From the Maddening Crowd which is not French, or gay, then ploughed on through Querelle of Brest.)
I wrote some sort of diary things while I was down there, so I'll just post 'em here.
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