Exhausted and drunk, yet, as usual, the urge to write things overtakes the urge to sleep. Just arrived home from a soul night at a terribly swanky place named V bar. The soul was fantastic, yet the drinks were expensive. I now have three dollars to last me til next Wednesday.

Darned screen won't stop moving. and it just took me three tries to spell the word 'moving' right. (make that 6 tries, as I ended up writing it twice).

What a silly, pointless waste of an entry.

This house is way too hot, however I can't open the front door to let the breeze through because I'm practising my viola, and I'm a bit shy about passers-by hearing my mediocre efforts. I'm currently taking a break. I haven't practised for about a week or so and the callouses on my fingertips seem to have reduced or something, cos it damn well hurts. Plus the combination of the heat, the weight of my viola and my puny arms means that I can only play for about 5 minutes before I have to take a break. Plus I'm impatient and easily discouraged.

Ebay dramas...I bought a red dress off Ebay recently. It arrived the other night, looking very different from the dress in the photos and sporting several very obvious stains on the skirt. I immediately dashed off a rather biting email to the seller demanding a refund. She replied promptly with... 'oops, I sent you the wrong dress'. Which was a relief, because I was starting to wonder if perhaps my eyesight had deteriorated even further, and that the dress I had received had in fact been clearly depicted in the photographs, yet I had somehow failed to notice several major features of it.

Tim suggested that she didn't really send the wrong dress, that my nasty email terrified her so much that she is now frantically scouring Brisbane for a dress that looks more like the photos. I like that idea. I'm so used to people sending me whingy emails (work-related email complaints, that is), it's about time I started firing off a few of my own.

I was denied the beautiful, beautiful pink fake croc skin peep toe heels. I went all the way to Paddington, 'yaahhhh' capital of Sydney, and damaged my eyes from having to look upon numerous examples of straight-out-of-Vogue-what's hot pages- fashion, and damaged the eyes of many fashionable people with my train-wreck-messy hair and chipped nail polish, only to find that the shop that was supposed to be holding the shoes for me was in fact not holding them at all. I reckon the sales assistant who was supposed to be putting them aside tried them on, fell in love and ran away with them. I was prepared to spend ridiculous amounts of money on those damn shoes.

Apart from shoe tragedies, my days have been occupied with trying to force myself to work for more than 4 hours each day. I made it to 7 today, hooray for me. I have the good fortune of having a job where I don't really have set hours. As long as I rock up at 8.30 and look kinda busy, I can leave whenever. which is fantastic, but disastrous from a budget point of view. Being a lazy bludger and all, I find that I have to be practically nailed to my seat to stay past 1.30pm. And while I am there, occupying my ergonomically designed office seat, I do almost nothing. I get on with whatever busy-work there is to be done, chat to people, spread idle gossip. They've just fired three people in a very stern and serious manner, marching them out the door 1 hour after they arrived. Scandal! One of them was a kindred spirit, the third kindred spirit they have fired in a two week period. If they're going to downsize, why do they have to get rid of my buddies? I think it was something to do with giving free merchandise to friends. Who knows. There will be lectures at the Friday meeting, I'm sure. Hopefully they will supply free alcohol to help wash down the lecture. It's been known to happen occasionally.

This damn headache just won't go away. Perhaps wine will help.