Kilt Dress

Yesterday was a massive day. It was also a Wednesday. It was the day after a lunar eclipse.

So the buildup to the massive day was nice. Tony came over. We had some pizza. Watched Australian Idol and checked out the red moon in the ad breaks. It was good.

Wednesday morning and things were going well. I had a couple of meetings coming up during the day, but I was able to get most of the work done that I wanted.

I headed out at 10:30 to drop off some accounts, do the shopping and have a talk with my Dad. I was kept waiting for a while, but I managed to drop off the accounts and talk with my Dad. The talk went okay. Apparently when he says that he'll support me with any choice I make, he actually means any choice that I make that he agrees with. I don't think that he realises that there is a difference.

I missed out on doing the shopping, but that's okay, there's plenty of stuff in the cupboard for the schoolies to have for afternoon tea.

Lunch time came, lunch time went. No lunch. Bummer. I did get my hands on some sandwiches later on though, and they were good.

In the afternoon I was attending a meeting with the Department of Child Safety. It was a pretty heavy meeting. I don't think that I'd like to have a job with them. Trying to figure out action plans and things like that is not much fun. I guess there would be a reward. But I don't think that it's for me. It was a very heavy atmosphere.

After the meeting I returned to the centre. It was still standing, but things had gone a little hay wire. There was a little girl who were looking after for just the afternoon who started dropping f bombs. Apparently she was dropping them from a great height as well. I had no idea. Every time I've spoken to her she has always seemed like such a sweet little thing. When I was talking with her later in the day she was her usual self. I couldn't believe it.

Getting staff together has also been a tough task this week. We had originally organised someone from an temping agency to come for about 3 weeks. Then one week into it I thought that I had found a permanent employee. So I told the agency person not to come in. Then the person that I had tried to employ stiffed me. She gave me some bullshit reasons.

The really annoying thing here is that she rang me looking for a job. I was doing her a favour.

And yeah, Wednesday was a big day.

Probably the icing on the top was that I cooked for Ria for the first time in our 18 month relationship. I gave it a solid C+. It could have been better, it could also have been much much worse. I mean, it could have had some kransky in there!

Suffer This

Friday night's drive up the coast was pretty epic. We managed to make a pretty early get away, 5 o'clock, toughed it out in traffic for a while, then hit the open road. That's when the weather turned really bad. There were times when it was actually pretty scary. David drank some beers to calm his nerves. Stuart did a good job though, and the car stayed on the road and we made reasonable time. With the wind and the rain, it was a bit of a nightmare trip. We passed a semi-trailer that had fallen off the road and into a ditch. There was also a landslide that blocked half the highway.

Brody's in Gympie was good. At least I thought it was. Apparently everyone else wasn't that impressed. Which is a shame. Because I really like it. The pineapple fritters are terrific. I think that the Brody's gave some of the others some pretty bad gas, which then tainted their experience. I guess their digestive systems just aren't up to it.

Arriving in Hervey Bay was good, finding where we were staying was a little tricky. We did make one wrong turn, but it was okay, because it took us past a bottle-o where I could buy some big Woodies.

There was also a creek crossing that was a bit exciting. It was during the return creek crossing that David said what is the funniest line he has ever said.

Saturday morning everyone was up early so we could be picked up by the bus. Whale watching was unbelievable. I highly reccommend it. It was amazing. They stopped the boat about a hundred metres away from the whales then told us to start making some noise and wave our arms around. I thought that it was a wind-up. Why on Earth would some whales be attracted to a boat by some noise and a bit of hand waving?

Well, I don't know why on Earth they were, but they were. They swam over to us and were with us for over an hour. It was unbelievable. One of the coolest things I have ever seen. There were times when you could almost reach out and touch them. The water was so clear, and so blue, and here were these immense creatures looking up at us, and snorting and groaning and covering us with their snot less than 3 metres away. It was amazing.

Coolest thing that I have seen in a long time. Fantastic.

There were also some dolphins and turtles.

The rest of the Saturday was pretty crap. It was frustrating. Very pointless.

Saturday night was a different story. I caught up with Rowan at the Bayswater hotel. It was a good time, except I had to keep blowing my nose. It was interesting being with Rowan as there were at least three people in the pub that he'd "done". People that he'd arrested. One was an even a guy that had tried to escape his arrest. Rowan got him though. He was pretty big.

Saturday night was a good time.

Sunday morning was my Grandmother's birthday. We had a breakfast to celebrate. It was also a good time. Except for when my Dad didn't have the patience to wait for his breakfast quietly and felt the need to feed a sparrow with Ria's toast. To be fair it was a pretty long wait. But Dad should probably have waited to use his own toast for crumbs.

Then at the end of the breakfast there was going to be one last photo. But Dad dropped his dopod off the boardwalk and into the water below. Whoops!

I drove home on Sunday. We made good time.

This is my last week of being alone in the office at work. I'm looking forward to the return of my co-workers next week.

Yesterday I had a ten minute conversation with a delivery driver who told me about how he likes to push his van to its limits when he's making deliveries. Apparently he used to drive up Mt Tamborine regularly. Had a few near misses. Used to get it sideways all the time. Loved it. Taught himself to drive. When he was seventeen. Been driving since then.

This guy was a dropkick.

Face Space

I've been feeling a little bit frustrated with my family recently and I don't really know what to do about it.

Recently certain members of my family have been taking it upon themselves to organise things that are then compulsory to attend. I know, I know. How can things be compulsory when you're fucking 25? Well, I don't know. I guess I'm just a little pussy who doesn't want to rock the boat.

Yesterday was Ria's birthday. I bought her a voucher for a hot air balloon so that she'll be able to keep me company when I go.

Yesterday was my Dad's birthday. I bought him a jug to replace the one that I bought at Christmas time which is now gone. This one is metal. And pink.

So last week when we everyone was together we spoke about when we should have the family dinner thing for the joint birthdays. Ria and I said that we'd be going out to dinner on the Tuesday. Nanna said that was good, because she plays bowls on a Tuesday and it's a bit much to play bowls and then make a roast. So we decided that it wouldn't be Tuesday.

While my phone was down last week I received a message from my Aunt to say that the dinner was to be on the Tuesday. My father had obviously been upset that things weren't going his way and thrown a bit of a tantrum.

This weekend we are all going away en masse. For the whole weekend. Friday night. Saturday. Saturday night. Sunday. We're going to watch the whales frolick in the waters off Hervey Bay.

There's a couple of reasons for this trip. The first is that it's something that Mum always wanted to do, and ran out of time. The second is that Dad wants to have a family meeting, one where he's able to unveil his grand family legacy. Apparently it's all he's been working on recently. I was given a copy of it last night. It's 70 pages long. I haven't been game to read it. I think that it'll just make me angry.

So once we arrive in Hervey Bay everything will be timetabled. I think that the plan is for "drinks and nibbles" on the Friday night. Saturday morning it's up and at 'em pretty early for the whales. After the whale watching there will be a short break, followed by a lecture from Dr Robb (Managing Director Musgrave Financial Group) where he will go through his manifesto. I can't fucking wait.

The plan from there is for a barbecue with some more drinks. I'm going to fuck off at that point because I'll have had enough. I've got a mate who lives up in Hervey Bay, so Ria and I will go and see him. Dr Robb was saying last night that my friend should come to the barbecue. It's not going to happen.

Sunday is actually my grandmother's birthday. That should be nice. I think that a family breakfast has been pencilled in. After that we are free to make our own way home.

So the thing is, I don't know how to react to this sort of stuff. It was pointed out to me that my current approach of acting out is a bit juvenile. But I guess that's how I feel. As though my opinion doesn't count and as though what I want doesn't count. I think that I'll need to be clearer in future. Let people know that when they make plans without including me, then there's a good chance that I won't be involved in them. I'm sick of being told what I am going to do, instead of being asked what I would like to do.

Fuck. This shit really pisses me off. I'm not 15 anymore.

Don't Stop Pushing

I've been having some troubles with mobile phones recently. Firstly there was the one that was lost at Splendour. Then I received my replacement one, which was good, apart from needing to find all the old phone numbers. Finally, last week sonmething else happened to the new phone. Now, I'm not blaming anybody. But somebody left their hair straightener on after they'd finished using it. And then that hair straightener melted my new phone charger. Really, we were lucky that was the only thing that melted. It could have been the whole house. With us in it! And that would have been horrible.

So the past few days I've been without a phone again as it has run out of juice. I've got it charging up again now on an old charger, but it was out of action for a few days.

It was actually kind of nice. The only thing that I didn't really like about it was that it wasn't there when I wanted to use it. And it's very handy for keeping numbers. The whole ringing thing though, well, I could probably do without that. I mean, nine times out of ten it's somebody on the other end that I want to speak to. But occasionally it will be somebody that I don't really want to talk to. Somebody who is going to be telling (not asking) me what I am going to be doing. It's very frustrating. You can have all these plans, and then some dickhead who is related to you decides that they're not happy with what's going on and stuffs everything up. Oh well.

So this past weekend was good. Saturday was a quiet day, I think that I was pretty worn out from work. Even though it was only a four day week, I was pretty zonked. I'm feeling much better this week, so hopefully I'll be able to maintain the rage for five days straight, but we'll see what happens.

Saturday night was spent in a bar. It was good. I held things together pretty well. I had jaegerbomb right at the end. I left soon after. Ria told me that when I got home I decided to get naked in the kitchen. Then I put all my clothes back on again because the dog was getting a bit excited.

Sunday morning I was up and at 'em bright and early to head down the coast with the boys. We were going rowing. It was great. There was abundant use of the c-bomb. It was used in many different contexts. Negative. Positive. Neutral. I think that it was even used as a verb at one point, which was impressive.

The weather was a bit shitty. And the conditions on the water weren't the best. But it was a lot of fun. I was up in the bow and was thrown around a bit. I think that I'll have some nice bruises. I guess I just need a bit more time in the boat, in the surf. Get a bit of the mongrel about me again.

I drove out to Ferny Hills yesterday. It's a long way away.

Airbrush Set

Yesterday was a public holiday and for that I am very thankful. It is nice to have the week broken up by a fairly random holiday, and it's been a little while since the last one. Unfortunately it will be a little while before the next one. Which is Christmas.

Tuesday was a hectic day at work. I was running pretty late in the afternoon, but I managed to pick up all of the children that I needed to. I almost forgot some cakes, but I had left them on the front seat of the car, so when I went to leave in the evening I saw them and was able to make sure that they got to their respective homes.

In the morning on Tuesday I found a beetle. It had some amazing colours. Very pretty. A deep blue, an azure I guess, with a vivd red pattern on it. It was very beautiful. I tried to take a photo of it, but I couldn't get it in focus. I took it with me up to the school, and when I was up there I gave it to the prep teacher. She was very excited, but then again Mrs Klonakis is very excitable. One of the mothers told me that it was a harlequin beetle, but after looking at a few pictures of harlequin beetles on the internet, I think that she is wrong. It certainly was amazing, and it brightened up my morning to no end.

I've recently had to make a decision about employing somebody. We have a vacancy at the centre currently, and we are using an agency as a replacement until Louise gets back. I received a phone call from a lady that I know, saying that she is looking for work. She has experience and all the necessary paperwork and stuff, the only thing is that she is a single mother with a child. The reason that she is leaving her current job is because they have cut her hours back. They have cut her hours back because she has been taking a lot of time off work to look after family issues. I hope that she doesn't need to take too much time off when she's working for us. Her parents get back from Italy next month, so hopefully they'll be able to help.

Anyways, time for work now. Again. I'm glad that it's Thursday. Thursdays can be tough, but I can pretty much do Fridays with my eyes closed.

Bulk Meat

My weekend was not a particularly nice one. It definitely wasn't very exciting. (Did you see that I just spelled definitely the right way!) I didn't feel very well for much of the weekend, and neither did Ria. Ria probably feels sick because I have been coughing on her for the past week. It might be something else, but I doubt it. She has no doubts.

So I had a big weekend of movies and coughing and spluttering. Friday night it was Pan's Labyrinth with Japanese food. That night's sleep was particularly disrupted.

Saturday was a big day. Ria and I had a discussion over how she ended up being sick and then I went out. I went to the Carindale home where I was able to pick up my replacement phone. I also spoke to David whilst there. He had a sweet Wallabies shirt that was given to him at work by a XXXX representative.

Next up I headed over to Carindale shops where I saw Tony. While I was with Tony I picked up a new sim card for myself, and a new sim card for the centre. Tony and I spoke about several things, then we went our separate ways. When I arrived at the car I remembered that I needed to buy Auntie Susan a pair of Crocs. I bought her a light blue pair. From Rebel Sport.

After completing the shopping I drove to my Grandmother's house where I participated in a working bee. There wasn't actually too much for me to do, but I did what I was asked. One of the tasks was to empty a drum that had some 20 year old horse manure in it. The manure had been kept fresh by some rainwater, and I believe that the plants I fertilised with this mixture will grow extremely quickly and robustly. Nanna thinks that it will kill them.

Saturday night I returned to my Grandmother's for Auntie Susan's birthday celebrations. I was not much fun as I kept coughing my heart out. It was not very nice. The food was lovely though, and we made pretty good time on the washing up, so that is a plus.

Somewhere during the day I managed to slip in Idiocracy. It was enjoyable. Some parts were a little silly.

Sunday was a day of rest. I watched a few movies. First up was Perfume. Then there was some Hungry Jacks. Ria had the Ultimate Double Whopper. It was a very large burger. It looked good, but I don't really like bacon, so I just had a regular double whopper. Then we watched Dreamgirls. The final movie for the night was Ten Canoes. It was my pick of the Sunday viewing. I think that I cried at the end of Dreamgirls, but that's nothing new.

On the crying front, yesterday wasn't a bad day. It was a very busy day at work, so there wasn't any time for moping around. I went home last night and saw the rest of the family. We had fish and chips. I think that I ate some sweetlip and some flake. And a pineapple fritter. It was good.

I am anticipating another busy day at work today, but tomorrow is a public holiday and I am excited about that. I just want to rest and get back to being fighting fit. I am sick of being sick. It sucks. The only good thing is when I cough up a massive green loogie in the shower and it sticks to the tiles before slowly sliding down the drain. That's pretty much the only good thing.

Ant In My Tea

It's been quite a big week this week. Not a tear your hair out kind of week. Not a get wasted every night kind of week. Just a big week of work. The fact that I had a bit of a relapse and have felt like death warmed up hasn't exactly helped. The fact that there are a lot of people out there who feel exactly the same way that I do hasn't helped much either. It's been a shit week, but it's over now, and I am thankful for that.

So the director at work, Louise, is away at the moment. She is in New York for her cousin's wedding, then she is heading over to the UK for some sightseeing with her mum. It should be a good trip. I've been left in charge, which is very exciting. Well, not really. It's not very exciting, it's pretty much business as usual. Except I haven't got someone else to help with the boring stuff like answering the phones. So it's been an interesting week, and I have found it difficult on occasion to have the time to do everything. The afternoons, in particular, can find me trying to be in a couple of different places at once. The fact that I lost my phone over the weekend certainly hasn't helped.

But now the week is over, I am feeling much better and a new phone is in the post. Next week will be a much better week.

I'm now living in someone else's house again. It's on Stanley st this time, next to the house that I was in last time. It's a bigger house than the last one, and most would say that it's a nicer house, but I kind of prefer the other one. Sure, it was cold, had no bench space and you could hear everything that was happening in the housing commission flats across the road, but I liked it. It had a certain charm.

This place has charm, it's just that I am yet to find it. We're looking after a dog here. Her name is Jess. She is really friendly and has lots of energy. She is sort of a replacement child for the couple whose house it is. She's a bitsa and Ria and I are both fairly sure there is some dingo in her somewhere. She has that dingo look, and that dingo walk. She's a very bright girl, and pretty well behaved. It's just that she leaves a lot of hair everywhere, and I'm constantly worried that I'm not doing enough with her.

There is some other cool stuff here in the house. There's a pool table. There's a nice barbecue area. There's a projection screen television. There's a pinball machine. There's a bar. The kitchen is fairly modern, and Ria and I have our own room downstairs. It's just not the same. Maybe it's just that I haven't gotten used to it yet. Maybe it's just that I've been too busy to enjoy it properly yet. Maybe it's just that I'm a whinger. Whatever. I'm sure that I will change my tune.

I've been pretty bummed about losing my phone. I've been a bit lost without it. The new one is on it's way, and once it arrives I'll have to get a new sim and things, but finding all those old numbers is going to be a pain. I feel that some of them may be gone forever. And all the photos. There were some sweet photos on there. Lots of them are here on the blog, but there were lots that never made it up here, and that makes me sad.

Another thing that has been making me sad recently is that this weekend is the one year anniversary of my mother's death. Everytime I think about it I start tearing up. It's not that I feel down about it or anything, it's just when I remember it I feel sad. I guess I just really miss her and realise that she won't be coming back. This makes me sad.

It's pretty bad. Last night I was watching the news, and there was the story about how the Labor party has been going to the senior's homes and putting on shows for them, followed by a half hour of political grand standing. There were these two little old ladies on the screen, sitting side by side, and I don't know what it was about them, but just the vision of them sitting there was enough to get the tears going. Ria had some friends upstairs, and I was worried that they'd come down and find me watching the news with tears coming down my face. It didn't happen, but it would have been a bit weird.

I originally thought that this was going to be a pretty quiet weekend. Just hanging out with Ria and going for a row on Sunday morning down the coast. That all changed with one phone call yesterday. I was at work, during the afternoon rush, when somebody came and told me that my grandmother was on the phone. She was ringing to inform me that there was a working bee and a dinner at her house this Saturday. Then I found out that there was a party that I will be going to on Saturday night. All of a sudden a relaxing weekend of nothing has gone down the drain. Oh well. It'll probably be for the best. I don't think that I'll be drinking though. I don't think that I'll be drinking for a while. Last weekend has sorted me out for a while.

Reckless Behaviour

This past weekend saw me venture down to beautiful Byron Bay to take part in the Splendour In The Grass festivities. It was ripping.

I was down there from Friday night enjoying the clean air, the fresh breezes and the festival atmosphere in town. I was surprised as to how much the show takes over the town, everyone you see down there is getting ready to go to the show. I was amazed.

I was fortunate enough to be staying with Stuart's girlfriend's friends. We had a top level apartment opposite the beach. It was very nice. Apparently the place is for sale, with a $5 million price tag. Tell em they're dreaming.

So I had packed my swag and the first night I only had a couple of Big Woodys so that I would be feeling reasonably fresh. The sun seemed to come up awfully early down there, so I did a little bit of reading while the rest of the house woke up. Eventually I went for a swim, which was nice.

The weather wasn't the best to start off with. The day was very grey, there was even a light sprinkle. I'd heard horror stories of the mud at Splendour and had packed some wellingtons just in case. Seeing as it was raining, I thought it would be a good time to put them on. So I did.

From here my behaviour became a little bit reckless. I was with Stuart and this other guy who likes to be called Tickle. He was a pretty loose cannon. We walked through town, past the atm, past the bottle shop (where we were given some great beanies) and out of town. As we were passing an Ampol service station someone yelled out to Tickle. There was an apartment above the service station, and we went in there for a little while. There were more people exhibiting reckless behaviour in the apartment, so we left.

It was around this time that I discovered something wasn't quite right inside of me. I don't know if it was the excitement of the coming day, an undercooked breakfast chop or some other ailment, but there was something inside of me trying to break loose. Seeing as I was to be using port-a-loos all day this was a concern.

Well, I wasn't really all that concerned. By this stage I was a little bit drunk, so I was more excited than anything else.

After lining up for a while, and being concerned about some of Tickle's behaviour we were in. We bought some drink tickets and then some drinks and that's about it.

I wish I could say more about the day, but to tell you the truth, I don't really know. There was some reckless behaviour. There was some careless behaviour. I know that I saw some friends, and I hope that I didn't see some other people. I know that when I "came to" Lily Allen was about to take the stage, so the day wasn't a complete write off. I did lose my phone though, and that is a major bummer. I'm normally pretty good with phones and things, this is the first one I've ever lost. I am pretty annoyed that it's gone. It had some great photos on it.

After Lily Allen finished up I walked back into town. It seemed to take a long time. I'm glad that I was alone at this point, or otherwise I may have whinged about what a long time it was taking to get in. When I got back to the apartment I pretty much crashed out straight away.

The next morning the sun was up early again, and this meant that so was I. I wasn't feeling too bad, just not too good. My earlier stomach problems had been sorted out the day before, and I'd been drinking plenty of water and things. I picked myself up and headed out for another swim. The weather was much better on this Sunday morning. The water was beautiful. I stayed in there for a while. When I came out of the ocean I was feeling rejuvenated. Fresh even. So I had a beer.

The Sunday was a much more successful day personally. I had a great time. I was able to see all of the bands that I wanted to. I was feeling good about myself. I managed to hold onto all of my personal possessions. It was great. Airbourne where an early stand out. Those guys were just rocking as hard as the could. The singer was even rocking out from 2 levels above the stage, which was pretty reckless. He was holding on with just one arm and a foot. If he'd fallen it would not have been pretty.

Also up on the Sunday were the Midnight Juggernaughts, Cut Copy, Bloc Party, Arctic Monkeys. These groups were all great. Arctic Monkeys were pretty tight. It was a great way to finish things off.

At the end of the show I went to use a bin, and who was using that bin at the same time? Coco. I hadn't seen him all weekend and was pretty excited to see him at this point. We walked back into town together. It took a long time. I wasn't as tired as the night before though, so no whinging.

I went and hung out with Coco for a while, from the state of his house it looked like there had been lots of reckless behaviour there, then I rugged up against the cold and felt my way home through the back streets of Byron. I got there in the end, and fell asleep quickly.

Monday wasn't a great day. I felt pretty fragile. Frail even. We cleaned up, and packed up, then hit the road. I couldn't even face any breakfast Red Rooster. It was shameful.

Getting back to Brisbane was nice, it seemed like the weekend was already a long time ago. I was pretty excited to see Ria. She wasn't excited to see me. This made me sad.

RickRoll'd

All I really needed was a good night's sleep. While that isn't quite true, it is partly. I was finally able to get more than 2 hours deep sleep on Wednesday night and I felt a million times better Thursday. So I went to work. It was okay. The place hadn't fallen in on itself. The doors had still opened and everything had run smoothly. Here I was laying at home feeling guilty because I wasn't at work and worrying that they wouldn't be able to cope without me, when I didn't need to. They were fine.

So now it's Friday afternoon and I'm wasting a bit of time. Why? Because I'm a dick. I should be packing my bags and packing the car up so that I can get out of here and get down to Byron. Splendour is on this weekend and I'm pretty pumped. I was just looking at the timetable, and it looks like it should be fun. Getting loose as a goose will be great. Unless I get too loose and I get sick again. Especially if this happens on the Saturday. I will need to show a bit of restraint.

The sun is just about down now. I should go. Maybe I need a list?

I'll pack some jumpers, a jacket. A sleeping bag or two. A pair of sunglasses. Clean underpants. Clean socks. Gumboots. A drink bottle. A back pack. Hmm. A magazine. Some headache tablets. Some cold and flu tablets. I should probably take down something to eat. I don't know. I've never done this before. Last week I was thinking about taking down some big woodies to drink in the car. That was if Stuart was driving, of course. But now I'm driving and I just want to keep my head down. So that's what I am going to do.

I'm going to go now. I've wasted enough time. It's despicable.

Yuck

I've felt very yuck the past few days. Extremely yuck. All of my muscles have been sore, I haven't had any strength, my throat has been revolting against me every time I try and swallow and I've been burning up, whilst freezing at the same time.

I opened the door and in flew Enza.

It hasn't been pleasant. Luckily I was in very pleasant surrounds. I was up in Rockhampton with Ria's family and they were very accommodating of my diseased self. When it first hit me I was actually in Yeppoon, and I guess if you have to be sick somewhere, well, looking out over Keppel Bay and the two islands probably isn't the worst possible place to be.

So yeah, the past few nights have been pretty horrendous. I can't really remember the last time I've felt this unwell. My skin has been very hot too the touch, but I've felt cold inside. I haven't been sweating or anything which made it a bit weird. I'm pretty sure I know where I picked it up, there was a little boy coughing and spluttering on me on Thursday and I was pretty sure that I'd have to be pretty lucky to avoid getting what he had. I guess I wasn't that lucky.

I think that I'm starting to come good now. I'd already organised to take the Monday off work, as I was flying back in on Tuesday morning, but I've ended up taking two more days off. I've needed them. Hopefully I'll be back tomorrow.

It couldn't really have come at a worse time, well I guess it could have, if it had come next week I would have been more screwed, but it still sucks. I've got tickets to the Kaiser Chiefs tomorrow night with Ria, and then this weekend is Splendour in the Grass. I guess I'll just have to take a little bit more care of myself this weekend.

Apart from getting sick my trip to Rocky was great. It was nice being able to have a shower and not have to think about how many minutes I'd been under the water for. And the lack of traffic was nice. We had a great lunch on Sunday overlooking the river, and I was astounded as to how quiet the restaurant was. Oh well.

That's about it. I'm going to go and drink some more water and go and lie down again.