I honestly don't know how people commute from Ballarat to Melbourne on a daily basis. It's fucking exhausting. Or maybe that's just because of what I have to deal with when I'm up there...

Spending the day brunching, shopping, Book of Mormon-ing and eating with one of the Radelaide besties was exactly what my poor, tortured brain and heart needed.

This week has been a shitshow and a half. 5pm can't come soon enough.

My acupuncturist is a miracle worker. I no longer feel the desire to tell the world to go fuck itself and jump off a cliff.

One thing. I'd just appreciate ONE FUCKING THING going right in my life for a change please.

Is that really too much to ask?

Oh I'm sorry, you're giving the job I've been doing for months to someone who doesn't even have experience in our industry? Well...

Waiting for news on my job interview got me like...