Wednesday, a confusing mid-week day...

Confused. Not Monday. Or Friday. Or even Sunday afternoon. OK, should stop obsessing about what day it is.

This is the new thing: Destructive and harmful things that keep doing to self even though realise is destructive and harmful:
1. Drinking tea late at night, so have to go to loo in middle of night when is below freezing (particularly in loo)
2. Eating 4 or more servings of pasta and sauce at once
3. Eating an entire Toblerone after dinner (substitute chocolate bar / packet of biscuits / bag of lollies etcetera)
4. Wearing contact lenses for faaaaaaar more than recommended 2 weeks, resulting in very sore eyes
5. Wasting time on facebook, blog, and so on, when should be doing something constructive

And that's not even touching on beer-drinking and such.

Oh bugger it. Tomorrow is Serj Tankian! Hurrah! Going to drink beer by fountain and then go to gig.

Sunday Afternoon and Cleaning!

SUCCESS!!!
Have just finished tidying up in room. Threw out the wreck of a bed-frame, and will now spend an unknown amount of time sleeping directly on floor (of course, on mattress - on floor - worth saying?). Rents here are insane, but that is not to say that a bed is automatically included. On the upside, we have a lot more space now. Mother, who is visiting in 2 weeks time, will of course be horrified. Hmm. She probably will not like curtains either (as not hemmed, but honestly - does anyone these days even know the meaning of that word?).

I remember first time mother visited in Sydney. She had nothing good to say about Petersham house. I do not yet have a translation for the word "knarkarkvart," used to describe state of house. Had asked flat-mates to tidy up, unfortunately our definitions of "tidy up" differed slightly. Mother used video-camera to document everything, and have not quite lived that down yet. Oh well.

BTW, Craig has taken crocodile to work. It now lives there. Kangaroo very lonesome.

As it should be

Am not surprised, because of earlier discussion, that is is Monday. It can hardly be any other day - because yesterday it was Sunday afternoon. It was Sunday afternoon for a very long time. Now then, it is Monday. And before I know it, it shall again be Friday. And another work-dinner. Oh joy. Must find some way to get out of it. Maybe tonsillitises?

Meanwhile, Amsterdam was nice. Weekend just gone nothing special, though still managed to spend too much money and drink too much wine! Think have got talent for it, and resistance is useless.

At least managed to go to library, as planned for the last month. So do not have to read "the God Illusion" for a second time anymore! Is not exactly light and relaxing reading anyway.

Must clean up in room. We are messy people. Putting it down to talent. Here is list of strange things (remember am in bedroom) currently in view:

- two empty bowls containing left over noodles from about 2 weeks ago
- three cups with various amounts of cold tea in them
- four wet towels
- a take away menu in Chinese
- a tension tower play toy for children over 2
- a red hairnet and red net gloves
- books everywhere apart from bookshelves
- a bookshelf filled with jars, tins, tubes, containers (all make-up or related)

Amsterdam

At that place.


The proud parents are out!


Channy fixes the bike!!


At that place on the canal


The bub

Amsterdam!

Living in Europe is everything had imagined! Everyone goes whizzing off over the weekend to places like Amsterdam, Dublin, Madrid, Barcelona etcetera etcetera. Is wonderful! Going directly from work tomorrow and a in a few short hours will be in Amsterdam (and stay at romantic five star hotel) and stay at hostel called something with the word "pig" in it. And it will be (just the two of us) like 20 of us and we will (go to a romantic dinner) go out and get smashed! Woooooo!!!!!!

And will get to see Mark and Gladys and the new bub - which of course is really exciting as babies are cute up until they are about 2.

Feel like is always either Monday, Friday OR Sunday afternoon... Is NEVER any other time of the week. Is that normal?