Let's see--Friday was a hectic day at work and I spent most of the day trying to get everything done while pausing every 15 minutes to kill baby cockroaches which seem to love nothing more than crawling all over my desk.

It was funny because as the day went on "the boys" starting saying stuff that I guess they would not normally say around me because because they'd let comments rip and then there'd be silence and they'd say "ooops, sorry, forgot you were here! Forgot there was a lady present!" Oh please..as if I don't know what they're all like by now? Or as if I am easily offended!

Something I've noticed lately: I've been in a really bad mood for over a week now. Like I wish I had a punching bag. I've been supremely cranky, though I think I've been good at hiding it and have not taken out my foul mood on anyone. There are a few things in my life that are extremely in limbo and all this waiting and confusion is definitely tiring me out. I am just exhausted. I'm planning to "snap out of it" any day now because I'm not feeling very fun at the moment. And I'm a fun girl, normally!

So if anyone has a punching bag I could borrow to help work off this excess anger and frustration, let me know. Otherwise, I'll just work on getting my good attitude back by cruising for porn ;)

When I'm feeling down, however, I just go to this website and realise that, in the grand scheme of things, I'm really doing alright. Thanks to D for that link. Don't forget to check out the fashion pages. I nearly peed my pants!

I went to see Hannibal tonight with Heather, Jorge, and Ben. It was disturbing, definitely.

When I got home there was a message from my mum. She and my dad were worried cause I hadn't called, written, or e-mailed in like 3 weeks. I felt sorta sad and bad that I could just totally forget to even say hi like that. I feel bad for my parents. If I had an only child who sucked about keeping in touch as much as I do--yikes! I'm sure it'll all come back to bite me in the ass though. My kids will move far far away just to spite me!

I have no right to be this tired, considering I didn't exactly exert myself today. Though I did walk from Hyde Park to work and then from work to home, and I did carry my own body weight in groceries home from Broadway. And I did go into work for 4.5 hours at work, on a Sunday, today.

Jorge, Ray, and Heather and I made the "pilgrimage" to Harry's for the most American-like hotdogs in all of Sydney. They're pretty damn good. Harry's is in Woolloomooloo and apparently it's a celebrity hot plate--the place is always crowded when we go and the hot dogs are yummy, but the aussie pies seem to be incredibly popular...I'll have to try one if I can ever avoid getting the hot dogs.

I don't like to complain about much in Oz, because in reality, there's not much to complain about. The weather is great, the people are cool, Sydney rocks, and I don't often feel like I'm missing anything, but when you've grown up with Fenway Franks, the fluorescent red Aussie hot dogs are slightly disturbing. Jorge said some of them look like they have condoms on them. Interesting analogy. Anyhoo, the hot dogs at Harry's are worth checking out.

I did a lot of novel/story idea brainstorming today. Things are in the works...not on paper so much as in my head...but hopefully that will change soon!