I was late for a meeting this morning because I was doing someone else's job and it was highly conspicuos when I walked in.

I found out that my glasses cant be fixed (£200 people! thats what I lost!) but I need them so I dont kill anyone when Im driving 'round Melbourne in a week and a halfs time, so I had to buy new ones- £100 were the cheapest. Goddamn!

Then walking out of the optomertrist I fell down a flight of stairs- stupid bloody tiled stairs in the rain all slippery!

The optomitrist and 2 assistants came out to see if I was ok- died of embarrasment!

Then I tried crossing the road and almost got run over.

spent the arvo doing a task that is akin to watching paint dry.

Cried twice in the last 24 hrs (and neither of those times had anything to do with personal injury)

nup, first time was when G asked me which photos Im taking home with me. I told him and he all of a sudden got all vain and suggested some others.

I was like "Hey they are just for personal use" *starts blubbing* "Dont make me cry you bastard"

then we went through the photo albums and picked some nice photos for me to take.

Other time was this morning when the mail came, I got a card from my Nan with a big cartoon world on it and a little plane flying around it.

Inside she wrote "We are counting the days until you come home. Looking forward to seeing you after such a long time. The weather is still warm and we may have some rain tonight. Every where is brown"