Day Long Hang Overs Are No Good

Where does the time go? I don't know what's been going on, but I'm exhausted. It feels as though I've got to be 4 places to be at any one time, and it's wearing me out. I guess I just have to suck it up and get on with it though. As my Dad so kindly said to me earlier in the week, "Welcome to the real world." Wanker.


So yeah, work has been hectic. New kids starting up, old ones swapping days, parents giving me grief. We also had a Mother's Day morning tea on Friday which took a bit of running around to get organised. We got there in the end and it actually turned out really well. We had something like 28 mothers, grandmothers and aunts all enjoying the tea and baked goods. It was nice. One family cleaned up in the raffle, with Mum winning first prize and Nanna winning third. I think that they may have rigged it.

The Thursday before the morning tea I didn't end up getting home til after 10, and I don't really know where I spent all of that time. I wish it was a drunken haze, but I think that the clock just kept on ticking without me noticing.

This is the final weekend for the unit down the coast. This has meant that I had to go down there last night to bring back all of our gear. I didn't think that there was a whole lot down there, but I guess over 6 months you can accumulate a lot of crap. I threw out a heap of junk today, lots of magazines, half eaten boxes of cereal, tv guides. The detritus of idle weekends. I didn't actually do as much as I was hoping to today, so I'll go back down one night this week. The reason I didn't do enough today is that I got drunk last night with Nigel and his girlfriend Elita.

I went up to Nigel's place in Southport and met his new dog. He's just bought a golden retriever pup that he's called Buddy. It's a cut dog, but it keeps shitting in the house. I woke this morning to find a fresh one next to my bed. It was pretty large, and I was surprised because he's still pretty small.

Nigel, Elita and I went to the Courthouse for dinner last night, I had the salt and pepper prawns which were okay. The pub was pretty quiet for a Friday night, I think that the reason for this was the appalling live entertainment. He was only one man, but he was a one man walking massacre. Every song he attempted he murdered. It was horrible.

The night went pretty well for the most part. The beers were going down very easily and I was even smoking which is never a good sign. Everything was rosy up til the very end when there was a bit of drama with Elita, I'm not really too sure what happened but we had to leave pretty soon. I think that someone called someone else a whore. Good times!

I woke this morning and I went home and didn't do much for the next 7 hours. I wasn't wearing pants for a good period. I'm going to miss that apartment.

Tonight I'm off to a birthday party. The night has been organised so that there are teams and we'll be competing in a range of games. Each team has a uniform. My team has to take use the 1981 Davis Cup team as inspiration. I've got some short shorts and I'm going to shave myself a moustache. It should be sweet!