Shit. What have I got myself into...

So in a drunken frenzy I've agreed to go out on Saturday night to my local gay bar with Chip and a bunch of friends, I'm half looking forward to it because of Red and hoping to see her there but at the same time it's like holy fuck what have I got myself into because this could get messy. The fact that I can't let go of myself unless I've had at least a brazillion drinks could make for fun times but at the same time I think holy fuck what am I doing????? Let's just say that I'm not a dancer and you can tell when I'm seriously off my face when I dance and that's why Chip wants to go out, so i'll keep you posted eh?

It's Stephen Kings fault I'm drinking

I've been reading The Shining after reading it ages ago and the main character keeps thinking 'man I could do this better with a drink.' And so I caught myself wiping my lips and thinking ( albeit after a tremendously shitty day yesterday although not excusable day) geez I want a drink'. I didn't have one then but am I having drink and half now to make up for it and am thinking of fridays drink in advance and man Stephen King I blame you man. Not cool.

OK am I being unreasonable?

My mum told me today that she wants to know what the dates are for the trade fair that I'm going to in July. That's trade fair as in only open to people who work in the trade. ie me, not her.

She also wants to know what hotel I'm staying at.

I don't want her to come.

And I don't really have any real reason other than this is MY thing that I have been looking forward to for months and I don't want her to come. Don't get me wrong, I love my mum and I like spending time with her but I just want to go by myself, it's my week not a mother-daughter week. If I tell her that she's gonna get the hump or say that she won't bother me and will just do her own thing while I do mine and the guilt trip is worse.

My solution is to not answer her questions and avoid the subject til it's too late to get flights or book a hotel and that's assuming her registration is accepted. Weak, I know... Still can't help but feel I'm being unreasonable but c'est la vie.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....

Doesn't get much better than this

Just finished watching Cool Hand Luke for the 50 zillionth time. Go see it if you haven't already. Bloody brilliant.

C is for...

It's true, I'm 34 and I have new Cookie Monster slippers. Damn they're comfy!

Swine flu

Our swine flu count is on the up and up. I don't really understand what the big deal is and why some people have died because of it because all our cases seem to get over it ok (poor healthcare? Or the old and the young? Haven't looked into it so my bad). I keep joking with my friends that I want to come back from Melbourne in July with swine flu but it's only half a joke. I'd love 7 days quarantine and 7 glorious days away from work so I'll let you know how I go. Only 41 days to go.