I’ve been away for the weekend and then all exciting shit happens like Gillard puts Rudd back in his Ruddy place, dear friends have babies and the cat decides to piss on my very expensive and brand new silk cushions. Awesome.
In better news, I’ve got a massive bottle of Hendricks which you’re all going to have to fight it out to see who gets to share it with me.
It’s practically 2am and I can’t (or won’t) sleep, in the manner of a petulant child who says “ten more minutes” to their overwrought and sleep deprived parents except I live on my own so there’s really no fun in that At All. You should hear my inner monologue,. No really it’s awesome.