Continuing the evidence that I am not dead... the microwave here has a button for "MORE LESS".

Work is not good right now. Work is bad. Work will probably not be mentioned after this, because I have no nice way to describe it any more. Only words that top the filthy list or fall well into the unprofessional range.

I bought more internet t-shirts a while ago. Now I have one that I am afraid to wear in the CBD, because it's so awesome. There was honking and laughing, and those charity annoyers mimicked it. And store chick explained how OMG - she saw that on the internet and sent screen captures to all her friends. Woo!

I have hired cleaners, that's going well.

And I am exchanging cat pictures with my client 'pen friend'.

Umm... oh! Post-work alcohol happened this week. It'll happen again. And one chick I work with has some well developed skills at making sure people get on their train safely