My car club show is today, my annual event with my gay car club. Time to get the Peugeot out, spruce it up and give it a run.
You know, I'd probably do more with them, if Sam and I weren't such homebodies no a days. I must organise to go on some car rallies, as I used to love car rallies once.
Anyway, at least it isn't raining, like last year when it got cancelled due to poor weather.
The day turned out to be a nice day.
It rained a lot. The weather turned to poo after being glorious for days.
It rained and rained. We ate lunch at home, where we'd normally head out for it, for the pleasure of paying $80, stupid isn't it.
Sam made Beef Bulgogi.
When the rain broke, we headed into the city for much needed haircuts. They were over due.
It was kind of nice, as the sun kind of came out.
I thought we’d get straight in and either I was wrong, or everyone else had the same idea, and there was a 45 minute wait before we got sat in the chair. But, I didn’t care as ugly/cute guy was back and he cut my hair, which I was very pleased about as he is my favourite cutter. It always looks good when he cuts it.
We wandered home afterwards. Happy with our cut hair.
There were multiple weddings at the top of Bourke Street. I never really understand why they want photos with the back drop of Parliament house. I think it is all those stairs. Neoclassical Steps they say, apparently.
The rest of the day we were parked on the couch. Lovely.
The other good news is apparently the Russian economy is on the brink of collapse, while Ukraine has become a drone technology powerhouse, very sad for the Russians, but good for the world.
Maybe the axis of old man, the trio of evil will all be over all at once. Israel, America and Russia? It would be good for the world.
Cross your fingers.
Glued to the wash up of the mid term elections in America. Can't get enough of Trump getting his great fat, corrupt, racist, nappy encased, arse handed to him on a plate.
My day in the office was gloriously short. All of my team were not in the office. Boris was at home. The Midget was on annual leave.(Later, I might have not realised the Big Poo was in. Shrug) I left for home at 9:45am.
It rained for the rest of the day. Crying. The world was crying. What is with the rain?
Today is Melbourne Cup Day. What is it they say, the race that stops the nation. Very Melbourne.
Nyr. Whatever. I didn't follow it at all.
I read online news. I lay on the couch.
I’ve cleaned my elephants. I have an elephant collection. My favourite, amazing animals. I noticed they wer dusty so I got out the vacuum, but they were sticky dusty, so I got a damp cloth. I've bought them in New York and Tokyo and Amsterdam and London and Melbourne, of course. One of them came from Bali. One of them was my great aunts. Actually, I haven't added to the heard lately, I must keep my eyes open.
It is grey and overcast outside, although no rain. Yay! The rain has finally stopped. It’s kind of weird though, I could almost light an open fire. I’m not going to. I have never had an open fire in November, so that makes that thought kind of weird. What's with the weather?
It’s a quiet day. Overcast, grey days tend to be still and quiet.
We took Otto for a walk in the park and the sun came out.
David called. We joked. Kiss, kiss, we made up, everything is good again. David says annoyingly he can't stay mad with me.
The sun shone outside, in the afternoon, lovely to look at from the inside, sparkling when you are sitting around. It made the day much nicer in the end.
I'm thinking of quitting my job and giving writing a go. Well, I can’t keep complaining about being made to go pointlessly into the office because The Midget needs to prove she has a big clit, all the while daydreaming about what I could be doing? Hey?
Eventually, I’ll just end up looking pathetic.
Do I already look pathetic? Big eyes.
It means a big scary change though. I’m used to being able to just accept my finances will be fine. What will happen if… I don’t know... will I be able to?... no idea.
Still, I can’t continue to hang onto something because I am scared to change it.
What does safe give you in the end? A slight empty feeling?
And you know they say it is not the things you do that you regret, it is the things you don’t do that people wish they could change.
And, you know, with the way the world is going, it may even be sensible to quit the day to day drudgery and enjoy what time we all have left.
In the office today. Yay. It’s kind of quiet with a public holiday tomorrow.
I’m guessing I’m not going to hear from David. I assume he has now gone in to full spoilt child meltdown over not getting his way the way he was carrying on yesterday. Oh? Um? Saturday.
Oh, I feel kind of tired thinking about it. There is only so much sympathy in the well for the “me, me, me, me, me! WHAT ABOUT ME!” kind of carryon.
Shrug. I guess, I'll have to contact him and reassure him that everything will be okay. Groan. Are we really 15 year olds again? I ask you?
Anyway, tomorrow is a public holiday, let’s just think about that.
Ah! Grrrrr! The Midget has annual leave to day. And Boris is working from home.
9.30am. I pack up and go home.
9.50am. I've changed and signed back into work.
David has been melting down all day, about my decision about us not to attending his birthday next year in Switzerland.
Too upset to speak, can’t stop crying, the works.
Roll of my eyes.
Jasus!
Worst thing, apparently, he says I’m the one he’d usually de-stress with, so it is even more difficult in this instance as he can’t do that.
