He's a slut cos he's got Chlamydia

I slept over Leila's house last night for the first time in like, forever. I'm super tired now.

It was good to see that Phil the coffee man had returned to work this morning. He makes very nice coffee. And I know how I like my coffee. And he makes it that way.

I get a phone call from the apple store today about my software complaint. They helped me fix my mighty mouse wheel problem. If the scroll ball is dodgy or broken, just rub it for about a minute back and forth upside down on paper until it starts clicking over again. Worked for me and my mouse has been broken for about a month now.

I had a spare hour up my sleeve at work today, so I decided to start collating all my unused work for future use and resume purposes.

Nanny Tess is staying at my Mum's house at the moment, so I visited for tea and made 2 mushroom pasta with Philadelphia & blue cheese sauce.

Fruit of the Moment: Egg-flip

Holy Crap! There's a door here

Today I made my way through 2 packets of those Coles Sticky Date Cookies.

Leila pointed out that they had way too much sugar for a normal cookie. So, I feel the urge to resist them is building inside of me but for the moment I remain helpless to their sugary sugary deliciousness.

I felt a little out of breath for the first 2km of my run this morning as well. Which normally doesn't happen. Perhaps the crazy cookie eating and this thing with the weazing out of breathness are connected in some way? I tend to hope not.

I spent the day sleepily traveling down to Wollongong to do some digital work on the PC and for a bit of rest. I had not suspected they had bought the world's most amazing bread. I had not suspected that the garlic would burn my mouth or that my digital rendering would take upwards of 4 hours. Dam old computer. I'm also trying to get around to converting a few videos of Glen's to DVD.

Tonight, I enjoyed a potato dinner with the new Dr Who. It was a cool episode. I didn't have to ask Leila any expositionary type questions, because the writers had managed to cover all the "i've missed 2 seasons and have no idea who these new characters are" problems with seamless dialogue.

During the episode I was trying to work out where I had seen the actor who played The Doctor. After a while it dawned on me that his complete insanity combined with a touch of geekyness mirrors fellow blogger Sean. I couldn't believe it. I'm like no way?! Its seriously uncanny. Well, at least I think so.

Fruit of the Moment: Lack of Caramel

[he] anticlimaxes me

Today has been in the pipeline for months. Well, technically speaking, its been in development since the dawn of time. My meaning was I had been planning today's events since a while back.

The tricky thing about a sister that has everything is you can't buy her anything for her 21st birthday. So I decided to take her out for a day of food, culture and shopping.

We started off the day at Bar Indigo, where the ricotta pancakes and caramelised banana french toast was simply amazing. Better than amazing. AWESOME! And even better still, we had time to visit the many boutique paper stores that litter Double Bay. One of them even had a job opening for a graphic designer. I shall be submitting my resume soon.

Our next stop was a trip to David Jones. After finding out that Louise wasn't in the mood for shopping, my budget had suddenly been halved. Quartered even. I was expecting to spend buckets of cash in Double Bay followed by a truck load in David Jones. Louise however found it impossible to shop for. We did enjoy some nice coconut yoghurt from the David Jones food hall, and Louise had this yummy scrummy strawberry tartlet.

Thankfully, I got to stretch my credit card's muscles in the homewares section. Spying a Scanpan pasta pot was all it took. Ah! Sensible spending.

For lunch, we diverted to the Observatory Hotel for their legendary High Tea at 2:30pm. It was indeed the stuff of legends. Not only had they considered to take out all the chocolate treats, but they had substituted them with replacements and made sure my vegetarian needs were taken care of, right down to the gelatine. Flawless service in my opinion. High service for the High Teas [of which, I selected Lemongrass while Louise selected Camomile].

We made our way to Darling Harbour (after a funny American rode a 12 foot tall unicycle in Circular Quay) where I had booked tickets to see Prince of Persia in IMAX thanks to the overcast weather cancelling my previously booked evening activity. It was a close shave though. Our dinner reservations were at 8:30pm, and the movie finished at like 8:20pm.

Dinner was served to us at the Sydney Opera House Restaurant; Guillaume at Bennelong. Turned out however to be the worst part of the day. Arriving in the nick of time thanks to a quick taxi from Darling Harbour, our entrées were pretty shit. Louise's meat came out raw (which was apparently what the menu said, only in foreign restaurant food speak) and my winter vegetables turned out to be beetroots and peas with tomato in an extremely ugly cold scattered assortment.

After truthfully voicing my opinion to our waiter, I found he became anxious about the rest of the order. The service was pretty ordinary for a rated restaurant. We never had the same person deliver food to our table and no one knew who had ordered what. They brought out a complimentary seafood taster and I was like did anyone actually pass around the memo I sent in ahead of time about the vegetarian people?

We had different people take our orders for different courses and instead of making us feel welcome, they would stare at us waiting for us to speak. Whats wrong with a nice icebreaker? A friendly welcome to the table? A jovial comment about the weather to get us talking before recommending the specials (of which there weren't any).

Thankfully, the mains were really nice. Not worth the exorbitant prices charged, but real yummy like. Dessert was also acceptable. Especially when 12 mini macaroons came out with my coffee.

And surprise surprise. Guess who made it to Coles for the cookies he had been craving all day?

Fruit of the Moment: Christmas

Saying I'm Ranga

I like trains. Leo's Favourite train is the F train.

I decided against sleeping in my car this morning when I got to work an hour early. Such is always the case on Friday. No traffic going to work, and gridlock central on the way home. Add some torrential rains in there and a fire in Newtown and you got yourselves bedlam.

Work was completely pointless today aswell. Nothing achieved. Nothing gained. And everyone ignored me in my new isolated office. Now all I need to do is sneak in a few gamers and a Wii and have myself a playroom at work.

Radio host Roger Bailey totally geeked me out today. I can't wait to get back to D&D. Tomorrow I shall take my sister into the city for her Birthday. Hope she enjoys herself.

Fruit of the moment: Coconut Macaroons

Prolly Andy

Today I managed to spend a motzah on postage stamps from a man with crooked eyes at the Banksmeadow post office. He sold me lots and lots of $2 stamps that I completely covered a box with in order to send off into the wild green yonder.

Soon, it shall arrive at its destination and cause happiness. Then all the motzah in the world will have made it worth it :)

Phill the coffee man was not in today, and his replacements didn't make coffee the same.

At around 4pm, I was about to ring Louise and ask to go to Mondos tonight. Then she like sms ME instead saying the exact same thing. I was like... SORTED. And thats why I had gnocchi for dinner.

I also had me some gelato. I welcome it back to the fold.

Fruit of the Moment: caramel coconut

Oh yes. They bought them.

So it took me all of 28 hours to fall off the new diet plan.

a) I ate in te car

b) I ate many cookies

c) I now feel sick and will have the ability to eat more cookies tomorrow

I've always had to deal with guys I know eating whatever they want sans consequences. I hate being gay sometimes. Most of "the gays" are not interested in anyone with more than 2% body fat. Its criminal and depressing and results in the guilty consumption of cookies.

Meanwhile, today was insanely busy at work. I was on the go: non stop. I also got to work on three design projects for mates. An acting website for Belinda, a logo for Louis, and a Trailer Title card for Bradley [above].

The things I can accomplish when I have my mac back and have used it to blast the apple store with my complaints of their lack of service and attention during my last visit. Stupid "magic" iPad customers getting first preference.

Fruit of the Moment: Nougat Disposal

Nobody makes money in the theatre

Back to morning runs, back to work and back to my diet.

Over the past month I have noticed that cookies have become a particularly evil addiction of mine. And how beautiful they are. But when you're eating upto one packet in a sitting, its time to slam on some breaks. Clearly, the 3 months of dieting has screwed with my self control.

Hense, I'm back on the diet. The diet being eating controlled portions, without sweets and plain tasteless foods. This shouldn't last too long. Why only 2 minutes ago, I made a banana cake mix big enough to make three muffins. I looked at it for like three whole minutes before chucking it in the rubbish bin with a sigh.

I guess I will need to replace my need for sweet with bitter bitter tea and coffee.

I can make it to Buck's Rock without breaking into all bets are off eating mode. I have a few indulgences along the road. Most notably my farewell picnic, where I intend to eat like gangbusters.

I'm finally coming to you from my now completely fixed Macbook Pro. The doctor prescribed a new hard-drive and I bought Clive the beautiful Snow Leopard operating system. So far no kinks, but I expect them to come soonish. I had to walk all the way to the George Street store from Broadway Shopping centre, but it was worth it. Also, I have a pretty new mouse.

The cashier at the Apple Store told me the upgrade was not compatible with Tiger. LIAR! Filthy filthy LIAR! rather than spend a BAGILLION GAZILLION dollars on the Tiger to Snow Leopard upgrade, I happy bought my $39 operating system scott free. Take THAT you dirty, dirty LIAR!

Fruit of the Moment: Riot for Refugees