gertrude.
I am so incredibly tired. I think its daylight savings screwing with me. See, I get up an hour later (which isn't really an hour later anymore since I've had two days to adjust), get to the train station 10 minutes early cause I'm more energetic because of the sleep, and then I get to work at 7:40am. The bitch is then, that I end up having minimal time for lunch, and I'm there an extra 20 minutes. Catch the late "express" train home, and wait in line at woolworths for 15 minutes.
In the end, I wake up an hour late, I work an extra half an hour at work, get home half an hour later, and feel utterly shattered.
Built myself a computer desk in the weekend, yes I did! Am using it now. Two 19" CRT monitors, one iMac, two keyboards, retractable keyboard tray, 3 pcs, one multifunction printer, and space for filing and important document folders. I rock! I Managed to tidy the boys room up completely, run network cabling under the house, clean all the floors, and start working on the shower.
Booked tickets for Sharon and Lilly yesterday, they're off to Wellington for a week. I can't remember when, but it means I have a week for walking around the house naked, drinking beer, and eating the finest of meals, for example toast and peanut butter. And if I want to really spash out, I'll add some cheese and salami to the toast. Mmmm. But yeah, Mum, Dad, and Grandma can all see Lilly, and its quite good today and tommorow, because the tickets are like $59 each way.
Lilly cut her first tooth today... about bloody time!
Whassat?
I'm going to eeeat yooooou!
Torture... Sharon will put her in a dress when I'm not around.
Kitty!
No, I'm going to eat YOU!
And maybe you afterwards...
She's started propper crawling...
Where did everyone go?
Am finding bloggers really full of themselves these days. I mean, they write their particular style because they believe that they have their style, they have a specialised blog site because "if I write it they will read," and they have their little clique, and their private in jokes that their clique think are funny, and they think people really care what they think. Its border line "My name is Michael Stipe, vocalist for REM, and I think we shouldn't hurt the environment", or as Trey Parker and Matt Stone best said; "Matt Damon!"... Get a life people, you're still working your same old job, go flip a fuckin pattie.
Thanks Sharon for the inspiration. :-)
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In the end, I wake up an hour late, I work an extra half an hour at work, get home half an hour later, and feel utterly shattered.
Built myself a computer desk in the weekend, yes I did! Am using it now. Two 19" CRT monitors, one iMac, two keyboards, retractable keyboard tray, 3 pcs, one multifunction printer, and space for filing and important document folders. I rock! I Managed to tidy the boys room up completely, run network cabling under the house, clean all the floors, and start working on the shower.
Booked tickets for Sharon and Lilly yesterday, they're off to Wellington for a week. I can't remember when, but it means I have a week for walking around the house naked, drinking beer, and eating the finest of meals, for example toast and peanut butter. And if I want to really spash out, I'll add some cheese and salami to the toast. Mmmm. But yeah, Mum, Dad, and Grandma can all see Lilly, and its quite good today and tommorow, because the tickets are like $59 each way.
Lilly cut her first tooth today... about bloody time!
Whassat?
I'm going to eeeat yooooou!
Torture... Sharon will put her in a dress when I'm not around.
Kitty!
No, I'm going to eat YOU!
And maybe you afterwards...
She's started propper crawling...
Where did everyone go?
Am finding bloggers really full of themselves these days. I mean, they write their particular style because they believe that they have their style, they have a specialised blog site because "if I write it they will read," and they have their little clique, and their private in jokes that their clique think are funny, and they think people really care what they think. Its border line "My name is Michael Stipe, vocalist for REM, and I think we shouldn't hurt the environment", or as Trey Parker and Matt Stone best said; "Matt Damon!"... Get a life people, you're still working your same old job, go flip a fuckin pattie.
Thanks Sharon for the inspiration. :-)
[pictures may take a moment or two for me to upload]