*looking at the antibiotics box and claratyne box*
You’d think they’d say somewhere “Do not mix. May cause severe side effects.” Glopbert znort glik florn jello crabcake. =P
Well first day back at work after being sick again, well first FULL day back. I tried to sneak in yesterday but they discovered my presence and proceeded to beat me into a pulp and throw down the stairs telling me not to come back till I was better. But yeh felt okay today, a couple of little scares on the road getting coughing attacks while driving is not a fun experience. But you know the weird thing after I thought “aaah screw it next coughing fit ill just let go of the steering wheel and see what happens” but then wouldnt you know it (ha ha God ha ha vely funny!) not one coughing fit until I get to work.
Been trying to catch up all day, but then I got kicked off the network for about an hour, and I was twiddling my thumbs for the while, now that I’m back on I’ve lost my groove to work. So I’m putting an entry into this thingy magigy since I haven’t done so in a while.
Stevie’s come and gone, I’ll miss that white bastid. Always fun to hang out with him. But saw him Friday and Saturday. Everyone (yes including me) drank like it was going out of fashion that night, things were said which will now be forever discarded into the dustbin of drunken oblivion (remember kids if it you cant remember it it didnt happen) and best forgotten.
Sunday was an excellent night out, slow start, great pics. For a select few turned it into a marathon just a couple of hours short of daylight.
Oh and the cab ride was… surreal.
I get into a cab at Lidcombe and the cab has fake leopard skin seat covers on, looked like one bad black mofo (think Sam L Jackson in Pulp Fiction), with a bright red fez (look it up if you dont know what it is and NO that is not “face” very badly mispelt), and he’s playing this kinda soothing arabic/african/islamic ‘salute to the morning’ (i have no idea what it was) music on his system. The sun was just creeping over the horizon, not enough to actually cast any rays of light on anything, but enough to give you that stark gray light of dawn, where everything looks clearer than you ever thought possible. I must’ve told him where to go, but I dont remember, so in my head I just get into this weird ass cab and he takes me to Rod’s house with neither of us saying a word to break the background music of the morning.
Drinks at Bungalow 8 with friends: $100
Dinner at Pancakes on the Rocks: $60
Train and taxi cab fare: $20
Riding in a hippie islamic taxi while in an alcohol induced state of semi-conciousness: Priceless