*kick*

IDIOTIC CRISIS AT WORK STOP HAD TO COMMIT SEPPUKU STOP WILL BE LATE FOR DINNER FULL STOP

Have I mentioned I'm going to Brisbane?

I'm going to Brisbane. On Wednesday. To attend this. Six solid days of intensive feedback and writing on my novel. My "pod" (small work group) leader is Louise Cusack.

I am really getting quite unspeakably excited about this. I haven't said much hitherto, because it's seemed so far away. I mean, it's in July. Which is, I suddenly realised on Wednesday just gone, just around the corner. And now that I'm facing it (rushing to get work done so I can go, and how, when they've known I was going for so long, has work managed to dump three "must be done NOW" MSs on me?) and digging into my novel again, embedding myself back into the right mindset, I'm thrilled. I'm twitching. I'm so very much looking forward to it.

Plus, Brisbane. And then a week back in central Queensland. Warm, yo. Bring it.

I got into work today and the boss calls and says: "I'm sending you a manuscript, it's urgent, start typesetting it please."

And I say: "But, dude*, what about the urgent manuscript I'm currently typesetting?"

And his brain explodes.

Once we'd scraped the pieces up, he told me to do the new one. So I did the new one. It's now finished, and I left it printing out, so my current work situation is precisely the same as it would have been had I not gone into work. There's something quantum about that.

(* Well, no, I didn't. Not even I call my boss dude.)

I have $3 sunglasses and a suicidal inner-sole.

I snapped my sunglasses in half. Wasn't even trying, just lifted them to pop them on top of my head (alice bands are for girls without sunglasses) and crack, split up the bridge of the nose. I have two sun-monacles now.

So I guess I need an alice band.

Shopping list:
- shirts
- VNV Nation albums
- sunglasses
- beans for beanbag
- hot water bottle

Jen: "Tautology: weekend = one long haze of beer and getting nothing done."

Yes, but I'm not in college anymore. Could be forgiven for thinking otherwise, of course. Weekend has involved pleasant amounts of Jojo, Mish, and various other utterly amusing people. Also cards. Also movies. Also Anfy's parents, who I have to admit were never really a major feature of college, so there goes that theory, hissing and screaming across the room like a punctured balloon.

But still. Hate to quit while I'm winning, so I'm going out now...

The Male's possibly been a lawyer for too long already. Today's social-organising email included:

"Anyone who asks me if my friend is a) single, b) hot, c) black, d) a taurus, or e) any word or collection of words to the effect of any, several, or all of the terms in clauses a-c above, or any other question that leads by inference to an answer to clause d) above, is politely uninvited forthwith."

I state again - if the Male got himself a blog, I wouldn't have anything left to blog about.

I was just sitting there in McDonald's, enjoying my mindless lunch, when a baby started crying behind me. Seriously crying. And the parents were walking him around, and all "what's up?" and then, out of the blue, I thought: "That child's about to puke."

Thirty seconds later - "bleurgh". All over the place.

So am I psychic, or do I somehow speak fluent baby? Which would be really, really worrying, because we all know I have the maternal instincts of a cuckoo.