Ok. Before I go completely insane, let me just fill you in on what happened to my last post. I'm talking about the half-finished crap that you'll see beneath this one.

Yeah... that one. The lengthy masterpiece that got lost in transit somewhere between flexinet.com.au and blogger.com

Bastard.

Anyway.... in the past few days, nothing much has really happened. Mothership has headed off to Miles, so I'm home alone for the week. She left this morning after several painful hours of reassuring her that I wouldn't expire on my own.

Not to sound too much like a Dawson's Creek wannabe, but... Shyeah right. I'm perfectly capable of cooking, cleaning, washing, drying, taking out trash and... at a push, dashing down to the local milko to replace the empty bottle of milk at 7 am.

Perhaps its me being grumpy and cynical, but in 17 weeks (HOLY SHIT) I'll be doing this routine full time. In another fucking country. Perhaps its just mum getting clucky in her old age. Her little baby is all growed up, about to fly away from the nest.

Eh. Who knows. I have a week of space and quiet. I can watch the Games in peace without shrieks of excitement each time something mildly exciting gets replayed...

Oh, speaking of the Games... bring on the godamn swimming. Dangerous when wet, baby. Aint nothing so spectacular as watching the splash and dash. Of course, I want to see the squad get up for the sprints, and a few Commonwealth records come tumbling down in the process...

Anyhow.
Must do project.
TTFN.