The last two weeks have been pretty awful. Starting with dental issues and being short staffed during the busiest week of work ever and having no prospective houses to look at to ease my rental crisis during the first week, continuing through to the most horrible week I’ve ever spent in sydney and no chance to avoid all the pilgrim arseholes swarming the city. Friday found me out in parra having dinner and counselling a friend over a recent traumatic experience she had. And saturday I woke up too late to go see the one really viable place to rent that was showing. So even though I had this great outfit worked out for kooky (somehow managing to combine the twin themes of wearing black, in protest against the pope, and neon for the winter wonderland), I just could not bring myself to be bothered trekking in for a night of conversations about a) my depressing rental crisis, and b) pilgrims.
I was also trying to avoid that pilgrim flu thats been going around. And the pilgrim gastro.
So saturday was pretty much a nothing day, compared to what my plans for it were. And sunday, well sunday was better in that I actually did what I planned to do, which was go to the gym. but that’s not exactly a ravingly great experience that I’d been looking forward to, more just my regular thing that I do.
So I wouldn’t term it a failure of a weekend, but more that circumstances conspired to make it a largely unsuccessful one. But at least I’ve got an outfit to wear next weekend, to what ever I happen to make it to.