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...

I have been having the worst time sleeping the past few days. It's beginning to wear me down.

I'm increasingly aware that I am single-dimensionally pathetic.

hi internet, it's been a long time

I have a chest infection. This is not a welcome development because it is greatly reducing my quality of life; and, if pressed, I'm forced to concede that my quality of life is not all that high to begin with.

You know the drill.

Sleep. Work. TV. Repeat.

It's a common theme here. Did I used to be interesting? I don't remember what that felt like.

So I'm propped up in bed with All The Used Tissues and a creeping complacence regarding the work I need to be dong.

I'm in charge of a new project. A new project with a hefty bonus attached to it and the opportunity to splash egg all over less competent people's faces. Money AND comeuppance – it doesn't get much better than that.

cue the inevitable jokes about deep throating

Today I had a transoesophageal echocardiogram. Try saying that three times really fast.

It's a delightful little procedure where they spray the back of your throat with a foul tasting anaesthetic that tastes almost exactly like absinthe mixed with banana milkshake syrup. It burns, oh how it burns.

Then they pump a bit of sedative into you and push an ultrasound transmitter down your throat so that they can look at your heart without the inconvenience of trying to navigate around your gargantuan bosom.

They also took the opportunity for a 'bubble test', which is where they push saline through your cannula to watch the bubbles move through your heart.

It's not as terrifying or uncomfortable as it sounds, but I have a bit of a sore throat; and I had to watch Judge Judy to stave off the boredom of an afternoon in a ward with no tea.

R&R = FTW

So I'm off to visit the lovely Miss M over Easter, followed by a flying trip to see the monkey-husband's brother in Maroochydore.

Yes. That is a place. Sadly, despite it's awesomely ocker name, it is a place without a Big Thing.

BUT!

It is only 17km from the Big Pineapple.

Oh yes, I will definitely be going to the Big Pineapple.