I just worked 4 days straight in the least ventilated bar in Melbourne. I think I'm bleeding from my trachea. I knocked off at 4:30am and spent the next 12 hours listening to the chatter of some very wizened people. Enthralling. Upon getting home I fell into bed and now I'm up in the middle of the night with no food, nothing to do, and no one to play with. I'm sorry this entry isn't more interesting. I'm sure something good happened on the weekend but right now I can't recall. It's not all bad. I'm sure I can find something constructive to do...
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Oh and in the middle of the night with no food in the house I thank ye gods for 24 service stations and peppermint Magnums or Drumsticks. (Must remember to add mint choc chip ice cream to list of things I cannot live without.)