An Aussie New Year
If you can believe it, I almost did nothing for New Year’s. Traveling for 5,493 hours (approx) will do that to people, make them want to crawl into bed at 9:30pm fully clothed and drooling before their head hits the pillow. Besides, I felt like I had a lot of cons working against me. CONS Residence … Continue reading An Aussie New Year
They Call Me Fushilou 