Friday, 31 July 2015

When reading through travel diaries from twenty years ago leads to google searches for your long-forgotten travel companions; sometimes you come across disturbing information.

Diana and I shared a tent throughout our three month trek of Africa in 1996. We were instant besties. She was friendly, funny, adventurous, kind and level-headed, and took care of me in Zanzibar when I was so ill I barely knew my own name.* We caught up a few times in London on our return from Africa but then she went off travelling and I never heard from her again. Now I know why.

What a truly awful end for someone so full of life.

* Malaria, giardia, dysentary, bilharzia and severe dehydration. All at once. It wasn't pleasant. Thank god for Diana taking me to hospital, realising said hospital was a filthy cesspool of disease, and tracking down Dr Mario, the Italian doctor in Stonetown who loaded me so full of medication in his private clinic that I was able to continue our trek a couple of days later. I owed them both big time.

Thursday, 30 July 2015

So. Many. Cockwombles. 

I don't even know where to start... except to say Adam Goodes is the best kind of person, while Shane Warne, Dermott Brereton, Jason Akermanis, et al, are the worst kind.

COCKWOMBLES. The three of them. 

Wednesday, 29 July 2015

I do feel like I'm the only one who actively contributes in our Virtual Classrooms for my Lit subject this trimester. Why bother 'attending' if you're not going to even answer the lecturer's questions? Puzzling.

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

You know what? If I have my office door almost completely closed and you can hear me typing away furiously, then you should probably assume that I'm a bit busy. Which means if you come barging in demanding I drop everything and pay attention to you without so much as an "excuse me - may I interrupt for a moment?", I'll probably be a bit snarky.

Monday, 27 July 2015

Al. Gore.

I do love my workplace.

(I also loved that I was a mere 6 rows from the front. Fangirling like a mofo.)

Sunday, 26 July 2015

Note to self. If the weather looks like it might be a bit dodgy, then it will be, so dress accordingly. Also, wear a cap when going for a 6km walk. That way when it rains, your glasses won't get (as) wet.

Saturday, 25 July 2015

Avoidance is my middle name.

(Too many demands on my time, too scared to tell people 'no')

Friday, 24 July 2015

As much as I'm excited for the extra percentage it gives us, I can't take much joy in Hawthorn's 138 point win over Carlton. I really can't. It's like beating a toddler at Trivial Pursuit.

Thursday, 23 July 2015

My acupuncturist put me onto this site today... it's terrifyingly me.

Goddamn Instant Gratification Monkey. Always leaping around, even now as I write this.

Wednesday, 22 July 2015

The upside of this balayage malarky (three hours in a salon isn't exactly my idea of fun), is that I don't have to wash my hair nearly as much as I used to. Perfect for those mornings when I sleep through the alarm (like yesterday. and today.)

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

My local swim centre keeps the temperature of the indoor pool at around 30C. Ugh. It's almost worth braving the freezing weather to use the outdoor pool.

Monday, 20 July 2015

When you suddenly realise that it's only 3 and a bit weeks until you leave for your 6 week vacation and you have a crapload of things to do before you get on that plane...

Sunday, 19 July 2015

Things I was supposed to do today:
  • Work
  • Study
  • Work

Things I actually did today:
  • Defrosted the freezer
  • Hoovered
  • Mopped the kitchen floor
  • Went grocery shopping
  • Returned my library book
  • Cooked a roast lamb dinner

Procrastination is my middle name.

Saturday, 18 July 2015

Obnoxious, I know, but an 89 point win by my Hawks over the Swans really does call for a little Joshua Lyman...

Friday, 17 July 2015

My accountant is the loveliest, kookiest man on the planet, but he makes a horrible cup of coffee. 

Still, as long as he gets me a decent tax return, I'll put up with it once a year. 

Thursday, 16 July 2015


Two hours of glorious (solo) exploring. Love, love, loved.

Wednesday, 15 July 2015

My study looks like a disaster area and we're only 3 weeks into the trimester. Aarrggh.

Tuesday, 14 July 2015

Having some tradie drilling into the brickwork of the neighbour's kitchen a mere 20m from where you're attempting to work (for most of the day) got me like:

Monday, 13 July 2015

This weather is so foul that it bent my supposedly unbendable brolly on the walk home from work. Gave up on it, pulled the hood of my puffer coat up and got home rather waterlogged. Not fun. 

Sunday, 12 July 2015

If I want to have any chance of fitting into my summer clothes for my vacation (which is less than 5 weeks away), then I need to start doing a lot less of this:

And a hell of a lot more of this:

Saturday, 11 July 2015

Saddened to hear of the death of the actor who portrayed possibly my favourite of all the minor characters in The West Wing - Roger Rees (aka John, Lord Marbury, Earl of Croy, Marquess of Needham and Dolby, Baronet of Brycey, England's ambassador to the United States).

Friday, 10 July 2015

A delicious dinner at Merchant with fabulous friends; and a waiter who was straight out of a Wes Anderson film (possibly Jason Schwartzman in disguise with dodgy facial hair and glasses)

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

Note to self: when using mobile app to b-pay the gas bill, check you're paying your current provider and not the one from three years ago. I forsee a world of pain to get that money back.

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

I feel like I did a lot today, but I also feel like I did very little (read: not enough).


Monday, 6 July 2015

My colleague is heading off to NYC and DC tomorrow for a 4 week fun-cation.

So. Envious.*

* Until I remind myself I'll be on fun-and-littlebitofwork-cation in Europe next month and then I slap myself for being petty.

Sunday, 5 July 2015

Last trimester's Lit lecturer used to give us between 3-6 discussion questions per week.

This trimester's lecturer is giving us 28. TWENTY. EIGHT. IN THE FIRST WEEK. FFS. This is going to be a tough class.

Saturday, 4 July 2015

An excellent evening's entertainment... Breathe, Woman! at VCA; followed by Love and Information at Malthouse. Melbs is the best.  

Friday, 3 July 2015

Hello, my name is M and I am a shopaholic.

I mean, today, I walked along Chapel Street and in every store was like:


Must. Hide. Credit. Card.

Thursday, 2 July 2015

My Literature lecturer admonished me for reading too many biographies in today's tute. Can I help it if my first thought on reading Wuthering Heights was "WTAF was Emily Bronte exposed to as a kid to come up with those characters?!?".

Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Spent the morning doing a Career Planning workshop with my work colleagues. Realised that this is the first manager I've ever had who is actively encouraging us to think about our careers, even if it means working elsewhere. Such a novel change from the passive-aggressive, don't-even-think-about-improving-your-circumstances managers I've had in the past.