I know my darling friends.
Have been run off my gluteus maximus with work, studying, husband and son's birthdays, illness and the like.
Mum and Dad threw a bombshell at us last week.
They have decided to move to the Sunshine Coast too.
Talk about gooseberrying our escape!!
Work is fucken great. I love it.
Everyone swears and takes the piss and my boss is brilliant, let's me take off 2 hours on a Monday to go to counselling. Just brill.
Study is getting done although have really burnt the candle at both ends and have decided to take a new approach. I have been doing it at night and sometimes am not getting to bed until after midnight. Sex life is nil. Communication is nil. Sleep is near to nil.
So I take a new approach soon. I am determined to be a naturopath one day - if it kills me.
I think Blair is a bit depressed. I think he is feeling isolated at home. This may not be true but it's what I think.
I'm loving the routine of working.
Blair watches Dr Phil.
Love you all.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Most recent news item to take my attention is the discovery of a lost tribe in the Amazon.
They have been found.
Aerial photos are streaming into all forms of media.
Do gooders are arguing about getting in there and "helping" them. What with? A bible and some nice nasty diseases? How about some alcohol and some violent Play Station games.
I say leave the poor barstards alone to live in their divine existence where life is simple, about eating and reproducing and survival and love.
How much I wish I belonged to a lost tribe.