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March 26, 1997
St KildaI wnet to uni today. I am a star. I feel strong today. I didn't want to go. i wanted to stay at home under the covers and not think about anything. God it's been a long time since I did that. Spent the day lying on the bed, thinking about nothing, just watching the hours go by, dozing and looking out the window.
Today I wish I had some of those hours back. I still have to adjust Sarah's pants so she can take them to Beijing, tomorrow. I have to work go in to work tonight for training - 6pm- 10pm, and so at some stage I'm supposed to schlepp out the sewing machine and produce dress making miracles. I think not. I'm not even going to the airport anymore due to my suddenly increased work load, and I'm not happy.
I love the airport. We used to drive out to there when we were kids (well our parents drove us) and we'd lie on the grass and watch the planes go right over our heads. So low we could almost touch them and so loud our ears would ring for days. I wish I had the time to do that nowdays. Well I live near a train line so I get treated to ear-shattering train noise every 12mins.
Uni was kind of sucky today, sometimes I wonder whether its all worth it. Some skimpily clad bimbo (I know, its a value judgement, but her TITS were hanging out!) gave me a can of tepid "Liptonice".
Pause for effect, and to allow this thought to sink in. She was wearing a red bikini and a white sash with "Liptonice" on it. It was about 18degC outside.
W H O invented this crap? It was tepid when I got it so I'm not sure, do we drink it chilled or warm? I don't know, but it tasted like crap. No wonder they had to go with the bikinis.
Parking ticket today. Nazi's in the "Monash University Parking and Grounds Department" chalked my tires and not a moment later did the fuckers from the Local Laws department slap a pinkie on my windscreen - $25. "Can't I just say I lost it?" (Cher; Clueless)
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