Snatches-of-Bliss-and-Are-You-Freaking-Out-Yet?

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* Welcome *

Changed da house,
Changed da look.

BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...

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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

~ Roosters, Racers, and other drivel ~

I think my body is protesting the ruthlessly quick passing of the weekend. When my phone alarm - which sounds like a hyperventilative rooster, don't ask - went off this morning, I distinctly had this conversation in my head:

Me: What? It's ringing already?
Me: You must have set it last night by accident.
Me: Turn it off! Turn it off! The light in the room... it's Saturday, lah! Go back to sleep!
Brain to hand: Kill the alarm before Tony wakes, quick.
(Silence.)

I think part of the problem lies in so much energy being used to keep myself warm. It's getting cold again in Canberra. There are nights that leave my teeth chattering in my head. Tony recounts what his PhD supervisor - a Russian who'd lived just south of Moscow - had commented as soon as someone had complained to him about how cold it is in Canberra.

"That's because you run around dressed like Aboriginals."

Point taken. I really need warmer clothes. All this work clothes I used to wear in Singapore ain't doing much for me in this weather. For the most part of this morning in the office, I was hunched over my computer still clad in my corduroy jacket. My spree on Saturday meant I got myself a wonderfully bright cardigan... but getting work clothes that didn't reek of bad Australian fashion was a lot more difficult to find - and a lot less affordable.

And it's only Autumn!

I watched the Spanish Grand Prix last night. Tony taped it on Sunday so after dinner and before Desperate Housewives, I snuggled under what is now the TV dooner, and watched 14 cars make 66 laps around the track. Tony was rooting for Mark Webber. (He's from Queanbeyan. That makes him, like, a local International celebrity) and I was keeping my eye on Schumacher. I dozed off very quickly after Schumacher's front tyre punctured the second time. Must have been from disgust with the Ferrari team.

I know I'm rambling about nothing much and I really feel like this is a pile of drivel... but until I've been inspired to actually blog beautifully, you might just have to be patient and motivated to pray very hard that I find a nice job that doesn't take me 2 hours a day to get there and back, and numbs my brains out meanwhile.

# posted by Velle | 10:05 pm

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