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.