nine.

Awfully tired. Been doing too much nothing.

eight.

Well, that deserves a cigarette.

seven .

Too much cleaning, not enough motivation. Sigh.

six.

Hey headache. Hey. Yeah, you.

Bugger off.

five.

Oh yeah, and job has new legs. They’re made of mouldy bookshelves.

four.

We played a game tonight called “How many of Sooz’s ex-boyfriends can we see at the New Sydney?”

The tally was two.

three.

Hmm. Looks like my job’s on it’s last legs. Oh, whatever will we do.

Stupid paranoia.

two.

Was just presented with Zombie Chews and chocolate rocks. My boyfriend freakin’ rules.

one.

Hands up for deleting everything and starting again?

This is a blog about me. Yes, it’s very self indulgent but I’m sure we can get through it.

I live in Hobart, Tasmania where cold rules the land, and the citizens are forced to comply. Resistance results in nasty frostbite and being unable to feel your limbs.

I live in the doom that is routine, but such routine appears to be essential when gaining much cash dollars. My previous blog was my entry into what we call “The Real World” and being “Grown-Up”.

I like to think that I’ve since “grown-up” but that’s a lie.

And so..