Saturday sleep-ins and lazy afternoons strolling the neighbourhood before curling up to finish a good book are the BEST.

A whole weekend of nothing planned. BLISS. 

Thanksgiving dinner done and dusted for another year. Good food, good wine and good friends. I have a lot to be thankful for.

Turkey is brining, veggies are chopped, gingerbread turkeys are baked. Fingers crossed tomorrow's Thanksgiving feast preparation will be smooth sailing!

A little reminder of things we should say more often, courtesy of Kid President:

First day at the new job... such a pleasant change from the old one. 

Definitely prefer Benedict Cumberbatch as the creature... more intricate physicality. However Jonny Lee Miller makes a much better Victor Frankenstein... more gravitas and inner turmoil. So glad I saw both versions. 

An afternoon at the Nova watching a screening of the National Theatre's 2011 production of Frankenstein, with Benedict Cumberbatch as the creature. Utterly gobsmacked by his physicality. Just brilliant. 

Aaaaaaand... SCENE.

Today (hopefully) marks the end of my ticketing career.

Woohooooo!

Very enjoyable evening at the theatre seeing my fellow heavenly creature (aka my sister from another mister) strutting her stuff pulling off a PERFECT DC accent.  Pity I was the youngest there by about 30+ years...

Friday really can't come soon enough.*





*One more shift at my ticketing job. Just one more and then I'm done. Free. Finito!

An unexpected free night... is it pathetic of me to tuck myself up in bed with a good book?

Don't particularly care if it is.

Best way to spend a Monday night...

Mobile phones + public libraries = bad manners.

Had to listen to some bloke yabbering on about scheduling a squash game for ten minutes, whilst everyone around him was trying to quietly read/study/write.

So. Rude.

Every single episode of Scandal's two-and-a-bit seasons thus far has had me exclaiming "SHUT. UP!!" (in manner of Elaine from Seinfeld) at least once, but the latest one is the only one to have caused me to exclaim it IN EVERY SCENE. Well played, Shonda Rhimes, tv writer extraordinaire. Fabulous episode. 

For someone who was kicked out of sewing class in 9th grade for stitching through her finger, I sure am spending a lot of time (and money) at Spotlight lately.

Fairly certain Mel & I got immense bang for our buck at the $28 all-you-can-eat tapas tonight. I lost count after 12 dishes...

The kids upstairs got a puppy. Gus the Cavoodle. I want to steal him. Too. Adorable. 

Fairly certain that my entire face peeling is not the result my acupuncturist was going for when she prescribed this ointment...

Fucking rosacea. Why must you torture me so? 

Planning of my annual Thanksgiving feast starts with the arrival of my USA Foods order.

Pajama Sunday brought to you by The Daily Show, Downton Abbey and The Big Bang Theory. 

Spring Racing Carnival has now been ticked off my "very Melbourne things to do at least once in my life" list. 

Slight signs of improvement... fingers crossed.

Fact: Chinese herbal medicine smells disgusting and tastes revolting.

Fact: Practitioner's advice to eat a piece of dried fruit immediately afterwards as it instantly takes the taste away is SOMETHING THEY COULD'VE CLUED ME IN ON YEARS AGO!!

Two and a half weeks... or as my colleague put it earlier today: SEVEN SHIFTS.

I can deal with seven shifts.

I think.  I hope.

Between two work sweeps and my own TAB picks, I had EIGHT potential winners in the Melbourne Cup. Did any of them even so much as place? Did they bollocks. 

Damn. Should've held out a tiny bit longer and taken what was going to be offered.

Ah well. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. 

It's all part of the Plan.

A lazy day, ticking a few things of the to-do list, followed by some Loki-adoring on the Xtreme screen with some of my favourite people.  Perfect Sunday.

Maaaaan, my body is screwed. up. Acupuncture and Chinese herbal medicine, work your magic please - I can't take much more of this.

And so Eddie has left Poetry City. My fortnight of working every day for 14 hours is ended. 

And a guy just spewed his curry all over the tram. Pleasant.