Birds with arms

Seriously, you NEED to look at this.

Things is OK. Just normal and boring etc.

I go to work, come home, drink too much wine and go to sleep. Have put on weight – oops!

My sis is moving to Byron Bay in about a week. He partner’s brother and his young family live there. They were both bored of their Melbourne existence and hated their rental house but had no luck getting a fresh one, so they decided to bugger off for an adventure. Good for them.

13 working days until I got to Port Douglas!

I am full of exclamation points today.

20% of a job well done is not very useful at all

I got knocked up by accident just after Damien and I decided to think about maybe trying to have a baby; which was great because it meant that we didn't have to do all that tedious 'paying attention' to fertility cycles and shit. But I lost it at 9 weeks, which is not uncommon, so now we have to start over.

This is a shame because the baby was due on 24 November and I like November, conceptually, as a time of year to be born in. Probably because that's when my birthday is. Also, it turns out that Damien's uni mate Kachig is having his second baby right at that time, so they would have been the same age.

Oh well.

I was quite upset about it for a few weeks afterward, but I am OK now.

I was also really looking forward to getting out of work for 6 months or so because my job is beginning to piss me off a bit. Well, not my actual job. It's my workplace and some of my colleagues that are the cause of the irritation; but that is a very complex and quite boring tale for another time.

Thank you, fellow human, for your courtesy in this matter

This is what happened to the 'shit car' while I was in the gym last night.

There was no note.

Suck it

I want to write more, really I do - but what is there to say?

I've been a bit down lately. Also, sick.

I got this virussy thing before Xmas, which turned into an infection. Then I got a whole new infection on top of the first one. I had no voice on Xmas day; which was not necessarily a bad thing.

My dad was all, 'Haha! How are you going to be able to get all drunk and expert now?'

And I was all, 'I still can, only you won't hear what I said and I'll stay out of trouble - Score!'

It worked a treat.

Clearly I am my own worst enemy

I did not make any New Year's resolutions because they are for chumps; but I find myself attempting to ingest less alcoholic fluids, less sugar and less food generally. It's been going OK for the past week or so - which is as long as I have been at it - but it is soooooo boring.

Why do my only hobbies involve wine and cheese?

Waayyyy out of the loop (aka dot point catch-up)

Alternatively, you can make dots with ketchup. I'm open, do whatever you like.

So anyway:

• Uncle died. Great tragedy, terrible loss for family, etc.
• Went to Thailand. Missed uncle's wake, probably not a bad thing.
• New house still standing, despite torrential rains and generally apocolyptic weather conditions.
• Can't get life insurane. Apparently I am uninsurable.
  
• Saw Muse last night. Awesome.
• Work Xmas party this Friday. Also awesome.
• Fat in spite of twice-weekly personal trainng sessions.
• Drinking too much.
• Full of stupid.

Now that I've cleared the backlog, I might be able to get back to posting something meaningful on a semi-regular basis.

In Thailand I patted the kitties!

nobody said it was interesting

... and I didn't make you read it.

I am so far from interesting right now. So. Very. Far.

All sorts of things are happening - some new, some business as usual.

The Monkey and me bought another house. We're gonna keep the old one as a rental.

This is the new one:



This time it's on a full block with 4 bedrooms, two bathrooms, etc, etc.

Mum's happy. She's of the opinion that breeding is imminent.

I am not.

Don't get me wrong - anything is possible - the monkey and me just haven't made that decision yet.

On the flip side, my uncle has been diagnosed with cancer.

Diagnosed seems the wrong word, as if he has any control.

In the 12 weeks since doctors identified several large tumours in his brain he's undergone chemo and radio therapy; but the tumours have still grown 50%.

He's at the point now where I think nobody's talking about the fact that he's got weeks to live. His youngest son is 16 - it's terrible.

Speaking of the youngest, he's just come out. More power to him.

It's all happening here...