I just bought a fridge! I feel like my move is all happening now. The woman in the Post Office looked at me like I was completely mental when I asked her for a money order for over $3k. Then a look of suspicion came over her face and she asked me for ID, and proceeded to look between me and my drivers licence for several moments. I was incensed to say the least. Turns out you can't put that much on your card in one day anyway.
As a result of the move, I won't be doing Run Club on Saturday. I figure moving is like an extra weights session anyway. And the gauntlet at Ikea will obviously increase my fitness levels and my ability to manage stress remarkably. Luckily I'll have Kell & Jamie with me to help fight off those who choose not to follow the arrows, finish off the Swedish meatballs and conquer the choice-related anxiety I will inevitably experience in the lamp section.
All day I have been thinking about how much I am looking forward to getting back into making a massive plunger of coffee at the weekend and drinking the whole thing black with no sugar. YUM! Bring on the heart palpitations I say.
This morning on the drive in to work some chump sped up to pull in front of me, and then slowed down. I shan't repeat the obscenities that were heard two towns over as I slammed on my brakes to avoid hitting him, but seriously - why do people do that?? I have a theory about my own driving - I strongly believe I will drive like less of a hoon when I get my full licence. I don't know why, but the P-plates make me feel invincible - even though I am 26 years old, and have a strong sense of my own mortality (I won't even learn to ride a bike for fear I will crack my head open and my brain will come out). I wasn't hoon-like when that dude cut me up though.
Last night at the gym I didn't see Odd-Shoe. I was pleased, and spent my entire workout looking shiftily out the corner of my eye to see if he was coming up behind me.
My crazy colleagues Nicole and Ashley have just done a best-of-three typing challenge. Now the three of us are discussing the possibility of an Administration Olympics involving all sorts of office tasks. Hole punching, stapling and the removal of staples, shredding, meeting room booking - the list of events goes on.
I am considering a new tattoo or piercing. This needs more pondering.
Three cheers for the less-stinky house!
- B xxx
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