mundane monday.

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again I LOVE DAYS OFF.  even though i spent 45 minutes in the office this morning doing admin crap,  the sun was shining and the weather was brilliant and i was happy to just wander the streets.  i bought the Brit a new Wii game. the nerd at the shop said this one has about 40 hours of gameplay.  i need to multiply that by two and that will be the Brit’s playing time. i bought a DS game for me even though i said i wouldn’t (i think we all know i have no willpower).  i decided to commit to finishing my books – i have two on the go at the moment, “bleak house” by charles dickens and “middle march” by george eliot.  the Brit got me David Attenborough’s autobiography for xmas and i’m dying to get stuck into that one. but i need to finish one of the others first.  reading three books at once is too much for my wee brain to process.

speaking of brain cells,  i’m quite certain that i killed off a few on saturday night.  that was the night of the charity ball.  i was right, i had a lovely time.  i spent the whole of the evening pulling my dress up but there were no exposed parts (even when i was waaaaay tipsy) so the night was a success.  we had tons and tons of champagne.  at one point., there was nothing but empty champagne bottles at our table.  champagne gets me drunk very quickly and the hangover is wicked. 

i woke up the next morning with makeup smeared on my face,  most of my false eyelashes stuck to my pillow,  a vicious headache and incredible nausea.   i thought i was going to die and vowed never to drink again (until the next time).  even the Brit was feeling a bit rough and he hardly ever wakes up hungover.  we spent the entire day on the couch,  eating bacon sandwiches,  drinking lots of water and watching TV.  the Kiwi made some  anzac biscuits and dropped them off.  by then i was feeling better and almost ate them all.  it was a great weekend.

so now it’s monday and i’m left alone to entertain to myself.  i should be reading my books but instead i’m blogging and then i’m going to watch some girly movies.  i took the tram home from the city today and noticed the guy sitting across from me with a really long pinky nail.  what’s up with that?  the rest of his nails were trimmed and normal.  it was just one pinky nail that was super long.  i was mesmerised by it.  he got off at the next stop.  i don’t think it was really his stop.  i think he was frightened by the way i was fixated on it.  i wanted to ask him what the deal was with it.  and how he gets it to grow so long.  my nails break all the time.  then i thought  maybe he uses it to scratch annoying people’s eyeballs so i thought it best to shut up…and stare.

for breakfast this morning, i skipped the banana and had a banana muffin instead.  i thought i’d eat my bananas already killed and mashed.  take that banana!