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reading: Moab is my Washpot - Stephen Fry
listening to: Napalm & Silly Putty - George Carlin
travelling/staying in: SA, NSW & Vic - depending when you catch me

Let's call today: 'Monday, 24 September 2007'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
Greetings from a live post for the first time ever in Vicki's room!

Since Basil, the comic genius awesome god of porta-nerdiness, equipped my beast with wirelessness, I'm connected inside! (connection and signal permitting).
So many bows and thanks to Baz. Bows as in what one would do before a god like Basil, not bows as in pretty things that little girls tie their hair up with.
Basil can have those sort of bows too, but I doubt she'd like them, and I imagine they'd be thrown back at me. Mehe.
What about pasta bows?
Mmmm pasta bows.

In case that wasn't enough of an indication, I've worked most of the night and am now rabbiting away on my computer. Mostly finishing off my editing for last weeks Friday show for The Amount. Everything related to that post and the challenge it talks of just went awry... even the capturing and editing of the footage - hence the lateness.

tonight at work went so slow. Thankfully though tonight and last night (yes I'm aware that I'm talking a day behind... but 'it isn't tomorrow until you sleep'... therefore it's still sunday to me right now) wasnt as full of jerks as Friday night.
When a young man on one of my last tables for the evening suggested to his friend, another player, that they 'rape the dealer' as a way of describing them winning the game and beating me, I was one hair's breath away from requesting they leave the table. I was, in truth, in too much of a state of shock, and was for the moment sated with the dropped face and apology my lowered voice "watch your mouth" demanded.
Earlier that evening I was at another table when a customer, one of a pair of self-proclaimed gangstas, took a look around at some staff members and stated to me: "man you got some hot bitchez workin' here eh?"
Oh really! Piss off.

To top that night off I got out early but still waited forever for either Dave or Lauren or both to meet me at the Pancake Kitchen. Pre-warned via sms, I received Lauren a mite drunk, and took her home where I shovelled her off to bed before deciding that home was too far a distance away and I was too tired to drive it.

Surprisingly I got a minimum sufficient sleep and, Lauren having called off work, I unleashed a gentle but firm lecture about her putting herself in her present condition. I have little to no sympathy for those with hangovers, not even my own family nor girlfriend. Sorry, but you bring it on yourself, and then make me suffer thru it.

Anyways, the sun is a-rising and I still have editing to do. Thankfully I have a couple nights off so I don't have to crawl away from the sunlight and force myself to sleep, I can treat myself a bit of stay up late time methinks.
6:35am... the parentals should be stirring soon too. Perhaps some socialising with them and my cat before bed would be nice also.

It looks like its going to be a pretty day, enjoy it everyone!

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