29 February 2008

Sleepy so sleepy again...

Yes it's Friday again and I'm basically dead on my feet having been out to Boogaloo last night. It was good though, it was the last one they are having at Audio before the move to Candy Bar. General fare really: the music was good, I danced a lot, they did a bit of caberet, and then they played a game. One of the cuntestants this week was a nice young man with a muscly stomach, who Boogaloo Stu made take his top off. He was wearing really low hipster jeans and clearly no underwear, which I found quite hot.

Today I am pottering around and work and putting things into boxes prior to my office move on Monday. I'm only moving two doors down, I really don't see the point in putting everything in boxes...

I am also playing around with Flock, a new browser I've just discovered. It's quite good really. It integrates with Facebook in a sidebar, so you can click straight through to certain functions, and it shows you if you have messages, recent status updates by people, etc. It also integrates with Blogger, so I am writing this in Flock's special editor and will shortly find out if it can successfully post to my blog without me actually needing to log into the site.

I'm going home this weekend (yawn) for Mothers Day. Hope I don't get brain death. I will also get to see Alice The Gruttock though, after her many months of South American travel, which should be really nice. I hope she has brought me back a sombrero.

Four hours til I can go home. I think I might start injecting coffee granules directly into my brain....

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22 February 2008

Sleepy but smug

Not only did I get up at 6.30am yesterday and was on a running machine in the gym by 7.30am, I also went clubbing to Dynamite Boogaloo's 16th birthday last night. So I was rather shockingly up for almost 20 hours, and then only had 4 and a half hours sleep before I got up for work again.

Not surprisingly I am quite tired today, but I'm glad I managed to do everything I wanted. The gym was fine but completely crippled my arms for the rest of the day yesterday. The alcohol and dancing seem to have limbered me up quite a lot though, so I'm quite pleased about that.

Boogaloo was also good, and there were quite a few hot boys there yesterday. There were also some navy boys, who mostly weren't that cute, but oddly Stu decided to get them up on stage and make them take their clothes off, which went down well with the crowd. Oh, and some girl took her bra off and jumped up and down in order to clinche the cabaret game.

It's Super Dynamite Boogaloo on Saturday, so I'll need to find an exciting new outfit for it by then!

19 February 2008


I made my first trip to the gym this morning, at the shocking time of 7.30am. It was alright actually. It was very quiet, as most sane people were still in bed, and I spent a profitable 45 minutes trying out a few of the different machines.

My hope is that going to the gym will actually succeed in developing a bit of muscle on me; so far my "trying to do some press ups at home" regime has had little noticeable effect. Being too lazy to remember to do them every day probably doesn't help much.

The weights machines were a bit scary though. I wasn't really sure how to use most of them, even after asking the man, so I stuck to the ones that looked most straight forward and least likely to snap back and sever my head. When I sat down on most of them I thought "oh right, I'll try the second or third weight after the lightest, the lightest one is probably for girls". But no, apparently the lightest weight is for girls AND me, so I will have to make do with that for the moment. I'm sure after a couple more visits I'll be up near the top somewhere and benchpressing small cars and things.

So, buff hunky physique here I come! Watch this space for updates/relapse into chocolate eating and doing no exercise.

05 February 2008


After a week of fairly boring activity in the seminar room, and a distinct lack of hot male medical students, they have today decided they need to put the blinds down for the afternoon seminar.

Now, given they didn't bother with the blinds while examining an old man in only his vest or during their nudey-boy-standing-around physiotherapy lesson, what exactly can they be doing that tops that and requires the blind?? I feel sure it must involve a latex glove...

Conveniently however, they have left a letter-box sized gap at the bottom of the blind so I can observe a few centimetres of activity. Now where did I put those opera glasses?