The last day of November
The last gasping death throes of this miserable month, thank deity.
November's not that bad, you say? Pffft:
- Car, obviously
- That whole wallet thing I mentioned
- I've lost my iPod.
- An Irishman won Idol.
- Thieving bike shop
refuses to return my wheel to me — “The part will
be here in a couple of days” for just short of three weeks now.
- The previous point and the first mean I've been on
public transport everywhere and that's just crap.
- The previous point meant that I arrived late for a
test on Monday and rescheduling costs me $60
- The Yellow Wiggle retired.
- Apparently Billy Thorpe retired.
- My friends voluntarily join
Nanowrimo and then
complain about how much writing they have to do. Bless
them.
- Muscat has been out of the side for much of the month and
the Victory have kept dropping points.
- My chilli plant seedlings died. I am the original weapon
of seedling destruction.
- One word: Movember.
December is upon us. Hooray. Hooray for barbecues,
hooray for Christmas drinks, hooray for getting about
and being social, hooray for more cricket, hooray for
bushfires, hooray for Sunday mayhem at the local shopping
centre, hooray for friends flying in from other countries
to see everybody, hooray for everything in the office that
has to be done before the end of the year, hooray for
seeing your family, hooray for December. Hooray.