It's almost midday & I haven't even opened the word document that is titled 'Liz Gourlay, Assignment 1 Critical Awareness' just yet but it is Sunday & I have gone for a walk, read the Sunday Age magazines (not the Herald Sun magazines, and not the actual paper/s just yet), had breakfast (Uncle Toby's Oats), lunch (egg on toast) and afternoon tea (grapes). Again, it's still not midday. I've also read 3 chapters of my Human Rights/Law for Social Work textbook & 2 chapters of 'Critical Social Work: Theories and Practices for Socially Justice World.'
Actually, Sunday is off to a good start. Yesterday was quite shit; well actually my morning was lots of fun & I reached the conclusion that I love people in aged care facilities and hate teenagers. Not really...I just HATE. SCHOOL. HOLIDAYS. Children under the age of 16 should not be allowed to visit shopping centres without parental supervision. 'Gangs' of tweens should not be allowed to 'hang out' at shopping centres. L-plate drivers should not be allowed to practice parking in a public carpark at lunchtime on a Saturday. Children under the age of 16 should not be allowed anywhere near a self-serve checkout & basically, I'm highly recommending parents buy ALL tweens the boxset of The OC to set them up for the holidays. That way, they'd all stay at home & nobody else would have to put up with them.
I'm being a bit dramatic, about 50% of them are not complete idiots and are tolerable. It's just that when my work has no staff & too many customers, the place quite literally looks like it's been taken over by terrorists (children). When will people understand that nothing is actually EVER on sale and that there is ALWAYS a catch? An item that is 18.36 reduced to 17.96 is not on sale. 40 cents is not a sale. 40 cents is not 'saving big.' Huggies nappies are NOT '2 for $66' they are $35 each and they've NEVER been their full price, 37.96. AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. Oh, and the male members of our 'team' are severly incapable of performing any tasks and if we could just get them to do the heavy lifting we'd be running the show.
Another cause for concern is that my work no longer stocks Sour mentos. Citrus flavour isn't as good. I'm devastated, if anyone knows where you can buy them please let me know asap. If you see them in melb, buy me like 25 packets & I swear I'll pack you back. Or, if overseas, I'll send you my address and am more than happy to pay for postage.
My last complaint is that the music at work was/is always really, really, bad. I'm presuming it was top 40-esque music that was playing (I have no knowledge of top 40)... TERRIBLE. The music at Woolies has never been great anyway, but last week we got 'Unwritten', the theme song of my beloved show The Hills & myself and other staff members sung along in our heads as we pretended to serve customers. There wasn't even Tina Arena's 'Sorrento Moon' or any of those class 90s songs we all love. So overall, a highly dissappointing Saturday afternoon.
Tada lovelies.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wow, a mid-week post!
Okay so generally Thursday is my day where I get the house to myself & when I intend to do all my homework with no interruptions but it usually ends up with a few hours of tv, a few of dvds on my laptop & numerous hours on facebook. I've been unwell lately, too much chocolate and rich foods and muesli and whatnot. Coffee at uni: 2/3 days; good! Must stop stealing Vanessa's nuts - other people pay good money for them, MUST BRING OWN FOOD. Gah. End rant.
So at the moment I am half reading about Risk & protective factors for adolescents (I give up on my assignment for today, about 2/3rds through, minus the edit) in Melbourne and its all very interesting but god I hate reading statistical surveys. I hate bloody graphs and colours; I prefer sentences. Looking at different colour graphs reminds me of Year 7 Science at Firbank which was basically an exercise in 1. What the fuck is a photosynthesis and 2. since the parentals have paid for these flash new laptops, let's all play Catz/Dogz 3 or god forbid learn how to use Microsoft Excel and make graphs and tables with 'sunset' backgrounds.
Moving on. So, you know how i mentioned I've been eating too much chocolate/self-chocolate gifting? Well, I've recently decided that nobody should be allowed to drive when on a sugar high. I've always bullshitted on by saying 'no, I won't drink tonight, I don't drink much, but its ok, I make up for it in chocolate.' And that if you don't drink one night you gain half a day on Sunday. HOWEVER sugar is worse. I had an entire 200g Lindt Bunny the other day & preceded to drive to work; I was shaking and seriously hyper and singing along to the radio & speeding & then realised I was in a 40 zone and basically acting worse than when I am drunk. I repeat, if sugar gets you hyper, you shouldn't be driving a car. And then of course the after-math, when I feel that sickly a few hours later where I crash and still shouldn't be driving a car.
Gah. Anyway I think dinner is ready & my cd just finished (Air - Pocket Symphony, no I'm not cool enough to be listening to their latest Love 2 yet.
So at the moment I am half reading about Risk & protective factors for adolescents (I give up on my assignment for today, about 2/3rds through, minus the edit) in Melbourne and its all very interesting but god I hate reading statistical surveys. I hate bloody graphs and colours; I prefer sentences. Looking at different colour graphs reminds me of Year 7 Science at Firbank which was basically an exercise in 1. What the fuck is a photosynthesis and 2. since the parentals have paid for these flash new laptops, let's all play Catz/Dogz 3 or god forbid learn how to use Microsoft Excel and make graphs and tables with 'sunset' backgrounds.
Moving on. So, you know how i mentioned I've been eating too much chocolate/self-chocolate gifting? Well, I've recently decided that nobody should be allowed to drive when on a sugar high. I've always bullshitted on by saying 'no, I won't drink tonight, I don't drink much, but its ok, I make up for it in chocolate.' And that if you don't drink one night you gain half a day on Sunday. HOWEVER sugar is worse. I had an entire 200g Lindt Bunny the other day & preceded to drive to work; I was shaking and seriously hyper and singing along to the radio & speeding & then realised I was in a 40 zone and basically acting worse than when I am drunk. I repeat, if sugar gets you hyper, you shouldn't be driving a car. And then of course the after-math, when I feel that sickly a few hours later where I crash and still shouldn't be driving a car.
Gah. Anyway I think dinner is ready & my cd just finished (Air - Pocket Symphony, no I'm not cool enough to be listening to their latest Love 2 yet.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Cover versions - music bitch/rant
I know it's like really uncool, but I like cover versions. It's, like 'gay' to hate the cover-versions and just be like 'oh, it's alright...but the original is so much better'....
Anyway; the top 5 off the top of my head (i.e, there's more to come):
Tatu - How Soon Is Now (The Smiths)
(I think the two are almost even; Tatu just gives it a rockier edge and when Taylor Momsem (don't ask me about the correct spelling) and friend dance to it in Gossip Girl Season 2 its amazing.
Lior - Needle and The Damage Done (Neil Young)
I just like Lior's voice better, and it's a more polished sound in general. Sorry.
Adele - Last Nite (The Strokes)
I think it's just that I'm sick of the Strokes' original. Adele just has the better vocal capacity to make the song go from okay to cool, instead of just ok the whole way through.
Lily Allen - Oh My God (Kaiser Chiefs)
Again, the last time I checked Lily Allen was 'cool' but has a simular reputation to Amy Winehouse - secretly we love the music but we're quite aware she's obviously relatively fucked up. Again, simular review to Adele doing the Strokes...Lily Allen just has that edge. I remember that the first time I heard this was while I was looking around (not shopping, I swear) in Sportsgirl...I became content with my love for trashbags. Immediately I came home & downloaded it.
Placebo - Running Up That Hill (Kate Bush)
I never really 'got' Kate Bush. Yeah, i'm of the wrong age & it's cool to like all things old but she just doesn't do it for me. Placebo does; the days of 'Every You, Every Me' and 'Teenage Agnst' etc are all over, it seems, but god this is just good.
In other news, I really want the new Goldfrapp album. I'm worried I won't like it because its, like, disco. I want the new Calexio album to come out really really badly I can't wait till April. I cant wait for mid-semester break, I wanna take a trip to Polyester so bad because JB has shit staff and nothing that I want. In short, I want, I want, I want. fuck x 10000000000000000
(back to critical awareness assignment/The Hills/maybe I'll get dressed now
Anyway; the top 5 off the top of my head (i.e, there's more to come):
Tatu - How Soon Is Now (The Smiths)
(I think the two are almost even; Tatu just gives it a rockier edge and when Taylor Momsem (don't ask me about the correct spelling) and friend dance to it in Gossip Girl Season 2 its amazing.
Lior - Needle and The Damage Done (Neil Young)
I just like Lior's voice better, and it's a more polished sound in general. Sorry.
Adele - Last Nite (The Strokes)
I think it's just that I'm sick of the Strokes' original. Adele just has the better vocal capacity to make the song go from okay to cool, instead of just ok the whole way through.
Lily Allen - Oh My God (Kaiser Chiefs)
Again, the last time I checked Lily Allen was 'cool' but has a simular reputation to Amy Winehouse - secretly we love the music but we're quite aware she's obviously relatively fucked up. Again, simular review to Adele doing the Strokes...Lily Allen just has that edge. I remember that the first time I heard this was while I was looking around (not shopping, I swear) in Sportsgirl...I became content with my love for trashbags. Immediately I came home & downloaded it.
Placebo - Running Up That Hill (Kate Bush)
I never really 'got' Kate Bush. Yeah, i'm of the wrong age & it's cool to like all things old but she just doesn't do it for me. Placebo does; the days of 'Every You, Every Me' and 'Teenage Agnst' etc are all over, it seems, but god this is just good.
In other news, I really want the new Goldfrapp album. I'm worried I won't like it because its, like, disco. I want the new Calexio album to come out really really badly I can't wait till April. I cant wait for mid-semester break, I wanna take a trip to Polyester so bad because JB has shit staff and nothing that I want. In short, I want, I want, I want. fuck x 10000000000000000
(back to critical awareness assignment/The Hills/maybe I'll get dressed now
Friday, March 12, 2010
WALKING
I've decided to keep up with this thing, if only because people have described my blog as being:
Go me. Clearly this is an Australian blog.
Oh, and I'm addicted to it as well; I talk to myself as if I'm writing a blog & I 'wrote' this in my head as I was walking today; guess what tonights topic is? WALKING.
So most people know me as this crazy obessive walker given both the frequency and pace that I walk. I've mentioned this before. Anyway. I don't really like it that much, I got into it for the dog/exercise & this is all a lie because I absolutely fucking hate exercise. I hate it with a passion, I suck at ball sports, I have no co-ordination, no interest and no understanding of game rules or how to follow said rules. I did however once upon a time enjoy table-tennis... and remember those pole things you stuck in the grass with a tennis ball attached on a string and you watched the ball go round & round & whacked it with a plastic tennis bat? I LOVED this game and I actually got good at it & you can buy them for $19.94 at Big W but the grass in everyone's backyard is dead & its really hard to dig a hole for the thing & I'm too old & my dog would get hit and I don't have time for fun anymore so I don't play.
The only exercise I do like is dancing to Britney/Lady Gaga/obscene rap music; I occassionally dance to 'other' music but the issue here is that most of the music I like is not music you can really dance to - its more likely that I'll be having a Pandora Moon (from Skins) dance moment to the tune of Fireworks by Animal Collective or 15 Steps by Radiohead or something non-discoey like that. I'd have to be drunk & so would everyone around me.
I like showing off about 'I went for a walk for like, 7ks today' (not sure how far I went today in k's) but what I really enjoy about walking is listening to my iPod on full blast. It's great when you go at like early afternoon just after lunch & NOT mid-morning when EVERYONE else walks so its quiet and there's no cars and its just you & loud music. I put my 12,000+ songs on shuffle and this is how I discover music; today I realised how much 'Setting Up Shop' by Aloha reminds me of 'Bennie and the Jets' by Elton John. And how I love how random my iPod can be; from Animal Collective to Brand New to The Smiths to Interpol to British India to Kanye West.
I've been so exhausted from doing my uni readings (Dimensions of Human Behaviour: The Life Course, or 'Direct Social Work Practice: Theory and Skills, anyone?), my eyes are killing me and I can only manage about 20 pages before my eyes and my brain need a rest. And theres about like 500 pages; I swear I've literally read about that much this week! So, I guess being tierd means I'm lethargic and I really didn't feel like walking. But Murphy was shitting me so we went; I don't know why I procrastinated. I began to appreciate the sun & further improving on my sock tan line & generally watching moving objects for a change (read: mothers driving their ratbag children home in well-kept mercedes benz's and/or bmw station-wagons & an assortment of 'landscape gardener' vans).
But whatever. I think I'd better make myself a late-night snack & read the last bit of this chapter. I've had dinner, watched Neighbours & Gossip Girl & Brothers & Sisters (yes, that means I've actually worked out how to use the tIvo!) & I want to be sleeping soon... nightey night.
'the fucking most hilarious shit I have ever read in my life'
Go me. Clearly this is an Australian blog.
Oh, and I'm addicted to it as well; I talk to myself as if I'm writing a blog & I 'wrote' this in my head as I was walking today; guess what tonights topic is? WALKING.
So most people know me as this crazy obessive walker given both the frequency and pace that I walk. I've mentioned this before. Anyway. I don't really like it that much, I got into it for the dog/exercise & this is all a lie because I absolutely fucking hate exercise. I hate it with a passion, I suck at ball sports, I have no co-ordination, no interest and no understanding of game rules or how to follow said rules. I did however once upon a time enjoy table-tennis... and remember those pole things you stuck in the grass with a tennis ball attached on a string and you watched the ball go round & round & whacked it with a plastic tennis bat? I LOVED this game and I actually got good at it & you can buy them for $19.94 at Big W but the grass in everyone's backyard is dead & its really hard to dig a hole for the thing & I'm too old & my dog would get hit and I don't have time for fun anymore so I don't play.
The only exercise I do like is dancing to Britney/Lady Gaga/obscene rap music; I occassionally dance to 'other' music but the issue here is that most of the music I like is not music you can really dance to - its more likely that I'll be having a Pandora Moon (from Skins) dance moment to the tune of Fireworks by Animal Collective or 15 Steps by Radiohead or something non-discoey like that. I'd have to be drunk & so would everyone around me.
I like showing off about 'I went for a walk for like, 7ks today' (not sure how far I went today in k's) but what I really enjoy about walking is listening to my iPod on full blast. It's great when you go at like early afternoon just after lunch & NOT mid-morning when EVERYONE else walks so its quiet and there's no cars and its just you & loud music. I put my 12,000+ songs on shuffle and this is how I discover music; today I realised how much 'Setting Up Shop' by Aloha reminds me of 'Bennie and the Jets' by Elton John. And how I love how random my iPod can be; from Animal Collective to Brand New to The Smiths to Interpol to British India to Kanye West.
I've been so exhausted from doing my uni readings (Dimensions of Human Behaviour: The Life Course, or 'Direct Social Work Practice: Theory and Skills, anyone?), my eyes are killing me and I can only manage about 20 pages before my eyes and my brain need a rest. And theres about like 500 pages; I swear I've literally read about that much this week! So, I guess being tierd means I'm lethargic and I really didn't feel like walking. But Murphy was shitting me so we went; I don't know why I procrastinated. I began to appreciate the sun & further improving on my sock tan line & generally watching moving objects for a change (read: mothers driving their ratbag children home in well-kept mercedes benz's and/or bmw station-wagons & an assortment of 'landscape gardener' vans).
But whatever. I think I'd better make myself a late-night snack & read the last bit of this chapter. I've had dinner, watched Neighbours & Gossip Girl & Brothers & Sisters (yes, that means I've actually worked out how to use the tIvo!) & I want to be sleeping soon... nightey night.
Monday, March 8, 2010
those special moments you have by yourself
Have you ever had those moments where, with your earphones blasting privately, a certain song comes on and you think to yourself 'if I was playing myself in a movie right here, right now, this song would be perfect?'
I have these moments daily...for instance:
8ish am: Walking off Caulfield train to uni, Julian Plenti - Fly As You Might.
I'd actually never heard this song before but now I'm really nostalgic for Interpol when I just discovered them & they'd just released Turn On The Bright Lights. I wasn't mentally with it then but to this day I'm glad I suffered anorexia - inevitably I spent too much time with myself > discovered great music > without great music I'd be fucked. Great music + great coffee = great life.
The second moment today was when I was studying in the library before (!) class around 9am & the library was gradually becoming busy that Jefferson Airplane - Somebody to Love came on & it just seemed perfect.
Anyway; you've probably picked up that I've spent a lot of time talking about studying, not actually doing it & instead looking up playlists on RRR & putting my cds into alphabetical order for the zillionith time.
Time for work! Apperantly I've given up having time for Neighbours because I need to study; I've ended up on the computer again even when I printed what I need to read. Fuck this going a day without coffee thing cos' it hasn't worked.
I have these moments daily...for instance:
8ish am: Walking off Caulfield train to uni, Julian Plenti - Fly As You Might.
I'd actually never heard this song before but now I'm really nostalgic for Interpol when I just discovered them & they'd just released Turn On The Bright Lights. I wasn't mentally with it then but to this day I'm glad I suffered anorexia - inevitably I spent too much time with myself > discovered great music > without great music I'd be fucked. Great music + great coffee = great life.
The second moment today was when I was studying in the library before (!) class around 9am & the library was gradually becoming busy that Jefferson Airplane - Somebody to Love came on & it just seemed perfect.
Anyway; you've probably picked up that I've spent a lot of time talking about studying, not actually doing it & instead looking up playlists on RRR & putting my cds into alphabetical order for the zillionith time.
Time for work! Apperantly I've given up having time for Neighbours because I need to study; I've ended up on the computer again even when I printed what I need to read. Fuck this going a day without coffee thing cos' it hasn't worked.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
fml. "Facebook is my oxygen"
Today as I was 'studying' I inevitably ended up on facebook and it occured to me that so, so many people, in fact everyone is using the term 'fml' these days. FML; or 'fuck my life' is everywhere. Why? The word 'fuck' can mean pretty much anything these days: eg
'that shit is fucked up' - that shit is bad/ruined in some way
'i fucked him/her' - i had sex with him/her
'fuck' - shit
'fucking awesome' - very awesome, amazing
'fuck this' - stuff this
So; I guess the term 'FML' is just a natural progression.
So many of my facebook friends have of course returned to university this week & thus FML featured in many status updates. I've recently worked out that facebook status updates are actually an attention seeker's dream and I'm one of these attention seekers. I keep typing stuff into the 'what's on your mind' box and then deleting it because I don't want my 200+ facebook friends to think I spend all day on facebook.
But, what the hell, who am I kidding? I do spend all day on facebook & so do plenty of other people I know. As a friend told me (read: facebook commented back to me) today "Facebook is my oxygen"
By updating my status, my 'friends' can comment on it and thus we can spend all afternoon spamming each other's 'walls' and generally having a jolly old time in the comfort of our fluffy pink dressing gowns, glasses, wet hair, ugg boots & cup of peppermint tea for company. Or, if we haven't got anything intelligent to say, we can instead 'like' said status; but we can't 'dislike' which is really quite dissappointing but I won't start that debate. My parents tend to worry that I spend way too much time on the computer but I assure them that I'm on facebook & therefore I am being social & therefore there is nothing to worry about. My mother now has her own facebook page & came into my room today with the news 'I saw the photos of last night Elizabeth, there's some nice ones of you'...'because I'm _____ friend too.
Last year my mother was excited to tell me that she'd received x amount of textmessages for her birthday and this year it was 'guess what, ____ sent me a birthday message on facebook! (exclamation mark her emphasis, not mine)Or, at dinner 'I've got 10 friends on facebook Elizabeth!' (Wow, Mum). Or 'I might delete ______, her updates are just about getting drunk and I don't wanna hear about that'. Facebook is taking over my life. To repeat the title of the last post 'I really need to get off the computer' because facebook is taking over my life. FML!
'that shit is fucked up' - that shit is bad/ruined in some way
'i fucked him/her' - i had sex with him/her
'fuck' - shit
'fucking awesome' - very awesome, amazing
'fuck this' - stuff this
So; I guess the term 'FML' is just a natural progression.
So many of my facebook friends have of course returned to university this week & thus FML featured in many status updates. I've recently worked out that facebook status updates are actually an attention seeker's dream and I'm one of these attention seekers. I keep typing stuff into the 'what's on your mind' box and then deleting it because I don't want my 200+ facebook friends to think I spend all day on facebook.
But, what the hell, who am I kidding? I do spend all day on facebook & so do plenty of other people I know. As a friend told me (read: facebook commented back to me) today "Facebook is my oxygen"
By updating my status, my 'friends' can comment on it and thus we can spend all afternoon spamming each other's 'walls' and generally having a jolly old time in the comfort of our fluffy pink dressing gowns, glasses, wet hair, ugg boots & cup of peppermint tea for company. Or, if we haven't got anything intelligent to say, we can instead 'like' said status; but we can't 'dislike' which is really quite dissappointing but I won't start that debate. My parents tend to worry that I spend way too much time on the computer but I assure them that I'm on facebook & therefore I am being social & therefore there is nothing to worry about. My mother now has her own facebook page & came into my room today with the news 'I saw the photos of last night Elizabeth, there's some nice ones of you'...'because I'm _____ friend too.
Last year my mother was excited to tell me that she'd received x amount of textmessages for her birthday and this year it was 'guess what, ____ sent me a birthday message on facebook! (exclamation mark her emphasis, not mine)Or, at dinner 'I've got 10 friends on facebook Elizabeth!' (Wow, Mum). Or 'I might delete ______, her updates are just about getting drunk and I don't wanna hear about that'. Facebook is taking over my life. To repeat the title of the last post 'I really need to get off the computer' because facebook is taking over my life. FML!
I really need to get off the computer
The title of this blog post says it all. Actually, it needs the insertion of the word 'fuck' to make the sentence complete: I really need to get off the fucking computer
Today I woke up at like 10:17am which is extremely late for me & the day improved immensly when mother & I went out for breakfast and I consumed a soy cappucino. Man, I fucking hate Brighton. Gay guy in his skin-tight Nudie jeans and fantastic shoes ushered us to our table; soooo many people there that we couldn't hear ourselves speak and yes my mother & I could quite easily pass off as people who live in Brighton but we do not and oh god cringe cringe at the 'yummy mummies' next to us. They left and then these 2 middle-aged guys sat next to us, business mates of some sort I thought, and one of them wanted scrambled eggs WITHOUT toast and I was like ggaah where is your carbohydrates? (Just quietly, I had sourdough toast w/ avacado and tomato and fetta and pesto and a poached egg and of course my cappucino).
Despite Melbourne's gastly tropical weather I managed to go for a walk & I didn't take Murph so I feel bad and he hates me. Poor baby. My poor baby angel precious gorgeous darling baby mummy loves you! The poor thing suffered extreme separation anxiety this week as I went back to uni; now he has to suffer abuse from my mother all the time and I'm not around to rescue him. Like when he runs around the house and Mum will shout 'waaaaallllking Murphy' and he just stares at her like she's a crazy person and then looks to me: 'Mummy, save me?' Lolz. I don't think my dog is that deep.
At about 5pm I decided I should actually do some study so I read one page of a case study and made some notes; I then had a nap/just really listened to music lying down and now I'm up again and blogging. Dinner is perhaps half-an-hour away so after dinner I will do some work. 'After, after, after'...it's like that facebook group 'it's okay I will do it later' which is absolutely the story of my life.
In other news, please pray for my idiotic father who is driving the truck home with his workmate from car-racing from Wakefield Park interstate somewhere tonight/tomorrow morning. My father (who is in his 60s) still thinks driving in this weather (forecast worst storms in a decade or simular) at night is normal. Anyway. Goodnight all. Hope the hangover recovery has been successful!
Today I woke up at like 10:17am which is extremely late for me & the day improved immensly when mother & I went out for breakfast and I consumed a soy cappucino. Man, I fucking hate Brighton. Gay guy in his skin-tight Nudie jeans and fantastic shoes ushered us to our table; soooo many people there that we couldn't hear ourselves speak and yes my mother & I could quite easily pass off as people who live in Brighton but we do not and oh god cringe cringe at the 'yummy mummies' next to us. They left and then these 2 middle-aged guys sat next to us, business mates of some sort I thought, and one of them wanted scrambled eggs WITHOUT toast and I was like ggaah where is your carbohydrates? (Just quietly, I had sourdough toast w/ avacado and tomato and fetta and pesto and a poached egg and of course my cappucino).
Despite Melbourne's gastly tropical weather I managed to go for a walk & I didn't take Murph so I feel bad and he hates me. Poor baby. My poor baby angel precious gorgeous darling baby mummy loves you! The poor thing suffered extreme separation anxiety this week as I went back to uni; now he has to suffer abuse from my mother all the time and I'm not around to rescue him. Like when he runs around the house and Mum will shout 'waaaaallllking Murphy' and he just stares at her like she's a crazy person and then looks to me: 'Mummy, save me?' Lolz. I don't think my dog is that deep.
At about 5pm I decided I should actually do some study so I read one page of a case study and made some notes; I then had a nap/just really listened to music lying down and now I'm up again and blogging. Dinner is perhaps half-an-hour away so after dinner I will do some work. 'After, after, after'...it's like that facebook group 'it's okay I will do it later' which is absolutely the story of my life.
In other news, please pray for my idiotic father who is driving the truck home with his workmate from car-racing from Wakefield Park interstate somewhere tonight/tomorrow morning. My father (who is in his 60s) still thinks driving in this weather (forecast worst storms in a decade or simular) at night is normal. Anyway. Goodnight all. Hope the hangover recovery has been successful!
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