I've been a bit lax on the old blogging of late. This is owing to the fact I've been as busy as a one-armed fan dancer. Work colleagues are unwell, and the services must be attended to, so there has been extra work on for myself and the other carers on my team. It's been too hot to even think, lately. Yesterday was a scorcher wherein the temperature hit a number that would have had Satan himself shouting: 'FUCK THIS SHIT!', as he chucks down his pitchfork and storms out away from the infernal heat. I had a service yesterday at an air-conditioned house, and when I left, the heat felt like a slap to the face. After work, I sat at home sweltering. My fan would not rotate properly, and I believe this was due to extra stress on the local grid. The grid, whilst not totally shitting itself, did clearly experience painful cramps of the flatulent type, and our electricity was as skittish and scatterbrained as a wet chook. I grabbed an ice block from the freezer, one of those ice blocks designed to keep lunches fresh, and sat on the lounge holding it in various spots: back of my neck, against my temples, stuffed into my bra. It soon matched my body heat.
Because I cannot be arsed thinking, and have been too hot to think, and have had things on my mind, I might just make a little list, kind of like the Grand High Executioner in 'The Mikado'.
1. What I'm Doing Tonight: trying to think about what to write, as I call out to my kid to turn down the television, thus enabling myself to think.
2. What I'm Not Doing Tonight: watching the 'Sex & The City' back-to-back episodes that are screened on Thursday evenings. I'm a fan of the show, but I have to get in an early night because I start work early tomorrow. Besides, I'm not in the mood for Carrie tonight. She was my least favourite character. Given I am also a writer with some neuroses, it might seem odd that I do not like Carrie Bradshaw. But here's the thing: I just ... don't. She's TOO whiny. At the moment, she's with Big. Again. Oh, and I hated Big, too. Why was he called Big? His nose? His ego? He was this wooden, boring-as-a-dried-white-dog-turd stuffed shirt.
3. Song I'm Embarrassed To Admit I Like And That I've Just Been Listening To: 'Everybody Have Fun Tonight' by Wang Chung. I shouldn't like it. It's Eighties, and should therefore revolt me as much as seeing a bat masturbate, but I like it; the song, not the notion of a bat having a wank (you sickos!). I'm seriously considering adding it to the playlist on my iPod. My iPod has Ronnie James Dio, Led Zeppelin, The Saints, Violent Femmes, and now... Wang Chung. Doesn't seem quite right. But never mind.
4. Furious Moment Of The Day: whilst driving to the swimming pool with my 13yo, we were overtaken at the roundabout by this green P-plater. The roundabout en route to my swimming pool has two lanes around it, but the southern lanes verge into one. Anyway, this crazed shitstain in the right-hand lane went screaming past me as the lanes were verging. And then had to slow down as the lights were changing. Sucked in, you infantile little deadshit. Hope the cops catch you one day.
5. What I Must Do Now: tidy the kitchen.
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