I slept a fucking long time this morning. In fact, when I woke up, it was the afternoon... do you know how long it's been since I've been able to do that? Man, I love today. I think I've caught up on six months worth of lost sleep in one fell swoop, and I feel fantastic.

I was woke by a combination of my cat headbutting me for the umpteenth time (well, his breakfast was about five hours late, poor little guy...) and the phone ringing. It was the Tall Guy on the phone, calling to wish me Happy Dead Jesus Day and to invite me for some drinks tonight, which is very cool. So far, my fears of losing his friendship since he got himself a girl have been unfounded... although she is in Melbourne this weekend. And I could do a pretty good job of pushing him away if I don't stop saying things like "So I'm your surrogate girlfriend tonight since the Tall Girl's away, hey?", which was pretty dumb. My 'humour' can get a little... I don't know, unfunny?

So far my holiday has been most enjoyable. It started at about 1pm yesterday, when us folks at job #1 decided to order Chinese for lunch, and some of the folks decided to get a little too sloshed to do any further work. The rest of us made a pretense of going back to work until the manager decided at 3:30 that we could all go home and we quickly dispersed...

I took myself on a little walk up the street, enjoying the afternoon sunshine that I never see lately because it's normally dark by the time I get home... visited my local CD store and bought the album that I recently decided was a necessity - "Elephant" by the White Stripes - which has remained on high rotation since. Returned home via the bookstore, which was two books lighter by the time I left... who needs to eat, eh?

I actually saw TG last night too... early on in the night I went out to dinner with my French class (and still have a stupid obsession with cracking the top of my creme brulee since seeing Amelie... love that movie :) which went a little later than I thought it would, but it was a great night.

After this I headed into the Valley and found TG drinking with three people he's just met, looking like he was approaching capacity... we went to see a band and my hair was rather tangled this morning from the extreme dancing that I indulged in... who'd have thought you could dance that hard to funk? One of the people TG had just met decided to improve my tattoo and spent half an hour drawing on my arm... I developed a small crush on him. Alas, I don't know who he was.

Got home early, slept today away, and to be honest I haven't done too much today except listen to the White Stripes repeatedly, do my washing, do a little bit of cooking so I don't need to worry about that for another couple of weeks, and hang about online. I feel guilty about not utilising my time, but I'm also feeling a bit wicked and rebellious about not utilising my time. Hooray for wasting precious commodities...

Oh yeah - and just because everyone was doing it, I wrote my cast list. Happy, dears? Because I know you cared so much...

Gonna get myself wiped out. Happy Dead Jesus Day, all.

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