To sum up.
Rushing to find an outfit. Big Parade. Lots’o'hotties. Walk to venue through huge crowd.
Lining up. Strange venue. Bizarrely incongruous crowd. Price gouged for beer and vodka.
Dancing on a step. Telling everyone about new job. Cementing new friendships. Ghetto Pussy.
Heading off. Cheap anonymous sex. Smelly. Shower. Not enough sleep. Not enough water.
Watching "Bearcub" on SBS. Sleep. Wake up. Phone doesn’t work. Email work. More sleep.
Bus to metro. Food, finally. Icky feeling from food. Still not enough water. Bus home. Reading. Reading. Reading.
Phone works. New sim. New company. Same number. Relief. Reading. Reading. Reading. Reading.
So that’s about where I am now. My head hurts from the lack of sleep, the lack of water, and the lack of remembering to wear my glasses. Been feeling a bit down, more the result of chemicals than any actual problems, so I know it’ll pass. So tomorrow I go back to work where I’ve been for only four weeks now, and I have to tell them I’m leaving for a better job, just as I’ve finally got the right computer access and can actually do the job they’ve spent the past four weeks training me for. Should be interesting.
Meanwhile, here is a pretty good article about the recent trend of people getting southern cross tattoos.
Also, I’ve noticed that since Bjork came over for the sydney festival, everytime i’ve gone out dancing, various remixes of her music have been heard on the dance floor. Like everytime, and not the same tracks just from her recent album, but different ones. Its been great. I get excited every time.