Well that was a highly successful pyjama day. Slept in until 1pm, then lolled about doing sod-all and didn't even feel guilty about it!

As much as I loved Silver Linings Playbook and as much as I adore Jacki Weaver and her work and am thrilled that she's now in the big league; I am slightly confused as to how she can be nominated for an Oscar when she barely gets to speak an entire sentence for the duration of the movie. Surely you need at least one decent paragraph/soundbite for the ceremony?

Home sweet home... and an extra 5 days off! Sleep-ins here I come!

I am in love.

With a puppy.

I wonder if I can get a dog?  Just a little one.  A Westie maybe?

Django Unchained.  Sometimes it disturbs me how much I laugh at Tarantino's violence.  But something about it tickles me.  Does that make me a sicko?

Having dinner with two of my Adelaide besties at a randomly-chosen pub in North Adelaide when I suddenly realise it's the same pub where I told them nearly 20 years earlier that I had quit my job, bought a round-world ticket and was getting the hell out, indefinitely.  Who knew then where I'd end up?!

No choice but to wear sandals due to the podiatrist chopping off the majority of my left toenail as I have a floating bone from an old fracture pushing up into the nail bed. At least the dressing covering it makes it look I've broken my toe and it's in plaster, which is far less gross than the manky quarter-nail look.