dear people,
you are all lovely.
now, there is nothing worse than the last hour of work. time is a shitstain on the face of humanity. i think i have said that a few times before, possibly in those exact same words. the brain, what a wonderful thing.
so, i have found myself in a mood. not a good mood, nota bad mood, but a waiting mood, in which i wait for things to happen with so much gusto its almost unbelievable.
very rarely do i ever have nothing to say, but it's one of those days. one of those bits of life where maggies brain is silent. it says nought but how happy i am.
which whilst a good thing, also leads to bad things because i must vent something. happy doesnt write for me, or draw, or do anything really. it just floats me through life on a cloud of indecision and carefree annoyingness.
i miss my friends. i want them to call me, or reply to my message. hah! the gods just smiled or something, because i just got a reply to my message. what a fluke.
sick of answering phones in my vegemite jumper. its not difficult, i just think think vegemite deserves more in life than answering phones.
mon mere seems quite keen on the idea of me leaving the homestead for bigger and slightly less better things.
Love her.
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