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1. It's 3.16 a.m. and I have not come even remotely close to sleeping yet, though not for lack of trying. So I gave up and got the computer back out.

2. Poor Mary. It must get tiring going from site to site. Do you guys have any days off where you just muck about and go to Maccas? Don't worry, I'll make you a lovely brocolli dish when you get home. We've got one sitting in the fridge and no one's eating it because salad is more fun. So when you next see me you can look foward to brocolli! Exciting!

3. More disappointing news. I was going to write it in my last post as the final event of the day, but I forgot. The Beaurepairs Christmas ad had changed! It's got the song in the background, but all Vince Martin does is list the specials. It's just not the same without the cartoon birds.

4. It's really hard to type in the dark.

5. I am dying of coughupmylungitis. Stop coughing! Stop it!

6. It is now 3.25 a.m. I have the feeling I'm not really going to sleep tonight. I mean, I don't even feel tired.

7. The 23rd sounds good by the way, Mary. I can give you your 21st present as well then. The present that I have and know what I'm going to get you and everything.

8. We may be able the do the road trip still. Don't know how much time I get off over Christmas.

9. At a certain point in this post I changed from paragraphs to points. Can you guess when?

10. I need a 10th point, now that I've got this far. Oh yes. Fucking Black Caps. Stop fucking losing!

And now I will go and visit Harry Potter forums, in the hopes that there is something to read. I've already read most of Half-Blood Prince tonight. Plus listened to most of Les Miserables. And it is 3.30. Dammit.

God, Steff, that sounds scary. Am glad you checked it out. And all was well. But shitting.

And congrats on getting job. Does this mean you, me and Red-Haired Girl won't be able to have road-trip holiday? Disappointing, but congrats.

You applied at Supre? Shame on you.

And what else? Well, we had a lovely 5 star hotel two nights ago, but now we are in the shittest of shithotels that was ever shat. The beds weren't made. Nothing works. We have no TV, but meh. The hot water is....unreliable. The bathrooms aren't clean. The room isn't clean. The water is undrinkable, but that's not their fault, I guess. It's REALLY really noisy and the beds are uncomfortable and we're here for THREE nights.

And then it's on to the Peloponnese and the joy of a new hotel every night. I want to go back to Aghios Nikolaos and the Hermes Hotel!

I'm tired of travelling. I want to come home. And I'm tired of being disappointed.

First complaint , we missed out on a whole bunch of stuff cos of the fucking bus. Then, my big christmas, which was going to have HEAPS of people, dwindled to my family. Now, my little brother's not coming. Lots of people forgot my birthday. [But the Boy Next Door remembered. He was the only one of the guys.] I didn't really have a 21st. I know I was given the surprise one but it's not the same thing.

I'm just tired, I guess. And miserable. And lacking in vegetables. I WANT BROCCOLI. AND LETTUCE. AND ANYTHING BUT GODDAMN TOMATO AND CUCUMBER. I just want some normal food! And a bed I can sleep in. And sleep I can have, without the FUCKING party-ers staying up ALL FUCKING NIGHT and then being woken up at 5 FUCKING AM cos I was too cold and then again at FUCKING 6.30 by the FUCKING CONSTRUCTION WORKERS. What kind of construction worker starts at 6.30? I mean, FUCK. They're in the middle of the FUCKING HOTEL DISTRICT.

I'm cross. Can you tell?

Sigh. Oh, yeah, I mentioned to the Red-Haired Girl, that maybe we'd want to go out to dinner and do Christmas presents when I get back? Like maybe on the 23rd or something, so I can not have jet-lag.

Well, that's it. I hope you're over your fright, and your new job goes well!

Have you ever noticed how all the news-worthy things happen on the same day? I mean, the fact that I got asked to 2 job interviews would have been pretty exciting to me this morning. That fact that one of them was for Supre was just funny (I'm not going to the interview, by the way. No need). The fact that I went to the other one and it went extremely well is very exciting, and I was going to post about it except I didn't want to jinx it. But then I got the job, and it's full-time, and it's office work which means I get to sit down, and I don't have to answer the damn phone either, which is always a nice bonus. So yes, I have employment for the rest of the summer! Yay!

So there I was, being all excited at the prospect of being employed, sitting at my computer contemplating whether to blog (I hadn't officially got the job at this point), when I heard a noise from the kitchen that sounded like the blind flapping against the window. Odd, I thought, as the window was not open. So I went to investigate and didn't see anything. Then I heard the noise again, so I looked out the dining room window and there were 3 kids (teenagers) sitting outside underneath the back porch (which is also under the kitchen window). So I stuck my head out the window so as to enquire as to their intent, and they took off. Now, as I am a moron I thought, hmmm, waggers, hiding out on our property out of sight. So I went to see what they'd been doing, and lo and behold, they were taking out the downstairs toilet window. The little fuckers were trying to break in.

So yes. Police and parents were called, and Dad has replaced the toilet window with the new one that was going to go in there anyway.

Man, I'm so glad they didn't get in. They would have come up the stairs and my room's right there. I don't know what I would have done, cos they wouldn't have had an easy escape. That window's not the biggest of accessways, and the doors were all locked. I'm glad I checked out the noise, cos I'd written it off as my neighbour mucking about in his garage. But it just sounded too close. But surely they must have looked around the entire property to see if garage doors or windows on the deck were open, and my bedroom looks out onto the deck and the driveway, and I didn't see anything. And if they tried any of the doors I didn't hear that either. It's creepy. But actually, when I think about it, I think I'd have been alright if I caught them inside. I didn't panic while they were here, I was just pissed off. I only got upset when I called Dad and had to say it out loud (it happens to me. Expressing my anguish makes me cry).

So yes, that was my interesting day. How was yours?

Ahem.

I had a birthday on the 28th. G-Money forgot it.

G-Money emailed me on the 29th, to tell me about his new girlfriend, and did not mention it.

I emailed back and said "thanks for remembering my birthday."

He said "Sorry, Mary-ie. Couldn't do it from work. Couldn't do it from home. Couldn't email you at all till now."

Spot small flaw in this story?

It's okay that he forgot. He could just own up to it.