I need to make a choice. I can use the calendar on my phone, or I can use my paper diary, but I've GOT to stop using both. I've double booked myself three times already this week and it's only Monday.

FFS.

(As if I'm not frantic enough with getting ready to go to PNG for 7 weeks on Friday...)

Fangirling over Tom Skerritt at Comic Con is totally fine, right? Even if you're 43 and he's 80?

Because, DRUM!! VIPER!! SHERIFF BROCK!!!!! I mean, C'MON...

A cacophony of saxophones and percussion played by people in giant masks made from styrofoam, toilet roll cores and paper plates. Four hours of my life I'll never get back... just as well I was getting paid for it. 

Today I farewelled the first friend I made when I moved to Melbourne five years ago. Happy trails, Bridgi - may Edinburgh be awesome for you! 

(Also, three of the students in our film and tv class didn't know who Aaron Sorkin is. To say I was horrified would be an understatement.)

Received my passport back from PNG High Commission - they process their visas the old-fashioned stick-in way. Haven't had one of those since the Schengen visa, circa 1996. Awesome.

Think I incurred a speeding fine on a work trip to Benalla today. As if I'm not forking out enough cash over the next few weeks...

#HaemorrhagingMoney
#RentIncrease
#ContentsInsuranceDue
#OweTaxOfficeABundle
#OngoingMedicalBills
#FML

SIGH.

There's an AFL charity match being shown on TV tonight. An awesome player by the name of Abbey Holmes is carving up the opposition and booting goals. What a great role model for young girls who want to play AFL.

It's just such a shame that the sexist commentators at Channel 9 are so flipping condescending about her. You'd think they'd never seen a woman playing footy before. Oh. Right. Silly me. They probably haven't, because the only women in their sphere are WAGS.