I am loving Wednesday without work.

Today I asked a barman to 'surprise me' and he coped very badly with the concept. Eventually I got a nice french lager... and that's all I know about it.

Then I had a good steak upstairs. Good but not awesome. The wine was a nice cab merlot. The Mitre fills up with wankers real quick at lunch time, which was annoying.

And then - Animal Kingdom is an awesome film. The guy selling tickets coped very graciously with my request for a ticket to 'Animal.... something'. I went in with not much more of an idea than Animal... something, and it was great.

So, yeah. Sleep in, beer, steak breakfast, awesome.

This makes up for Tuesday when I started work at 6.30 and worked for 12 hours.

This poor chick at work, I had to tell her that this teddy bear she has suspended near her desk - he looks to me like he's hung himself. She took teddy down right away.

I am thinking of starting an official list of things to do when I am a pensioner. Number one will be to fill in Withholding Declarations (official tax documents), and send them off to large employment agencies. This is just so that people can spend time trying to work out what the hell they're supposed to do with them.

Probably over dinner at home, the TV told me that they're trying out midweek footy - but the crowds are no good. So they floated the idea of making up crowds, like computer effects I guess, to make TV audiences think it's all well attended. I think it would be better to round up cold and / or homeless people and give them a free scarf and a meat pie. Or people in aged care, I could think of heaps of people who this could work with.

Last week it became clear that I can't find La Porchetta in Box Hill because it's gone. Rather than feel stupid, this actually makes me feel okay. I had a couple of instances of wandering the streets trying to find it. I was sure I knew where it was, until I walked past where it should be and it clearly was not there. Co-workers kept telling me it was there, I had been there before, it was becoming a mission to find the damn thing. Now that I know it's gone, I am not an idiot for being unable to find it. I had started to swear it must exist in some kind of space-time bubble which made it invisible to me.

I got myself a surprise book. It's photos of abandoned mental asylums but there's an essay by Oliver Sacks - which makes it classy.

I really miss the graffiti near East Richmond.