Not only is having your wallet stolen a bitch, it has some nasty side effects:
- Not having any cards, I have to do everything with cash. Esp with it being a long weekend, I’ve had to draw a wad of cash out of the bank. This is not something you want to do at a time when you’re paranoid about losing stuff!
- Having no licence means that I’ve got to carry my passport around with me. My passport is 7 years old and I look like a complete dog in my photo! I can’t believe my face was so fat… like a blowfish! And I really should have waxed my top lip before getting that pic taken… Yet NO ONE has mentioned it doesn’t look like me!
I’m working on an Arts council grant at the moment. They don’t make it easy. I’m using a Word form and it’s so poorly designed that I have to fight the temptation to fix it! I really don’t think I’ll get a grant, I don’t write arty enough for that kind of thing, but figure it’s worth going through all the preplanning stages anyway.
This won’t mean much unless you follow AFL but I traded Aaron Sandilands out of my dream team this week – stupid, stupid, stupid! We watched the final quarter of the game last night. I really wanted to see Geelong get beaten cos they’re getting to full of themselves lately, damn it. I’m torn today because I want to go see my team play but I’ve got a lot of other stuff to do – like writing and going to the gym and shopping. Still go Crows!