Chronological Reverse

I had the worst experience last night. I am on penicillin for my tonsils and both my wisdom teeth are in full swing of emerging, causing me no end of pain. So I went to the pharmacist and asked if I could have something a little stronger than Neurofen plus, she asked if I was on any medications, I tell her I am on penicillin, she said that was ok and gave me Mercyndol. I took them together last night just before I went to bed and then half an hour later I was attacked with these horrible (and I mean horrible) stomach cramps, sweating and shakes. I have not had a seizure in quite a few years, but I could feel it coming on, I did the relaxation techniques that I was taught (it took a lot of concentration) and the feeling subsided. I scared the shit out of Jay, he would not go back to bed without me, and so we sat til 2am when eventually I felt well enough to return to bed. I have a right mind to go and tell that wench of a pharmacist where she can cram her pain killers.

I pick Jay up from work and one of his kitchen hands is with him, she is a nice girl only 15, very ‘worldly’ for someone her age! Her mother usually comes to get her (obviously) but tonight she hasn’t. I’ve taken her home a few times before, but it’s a considerable way out an additional 25min to my trip. I was in a bad mood when Jay leant in and asked if I can take her home, I looked at him and said ‘well do I have a choice?’ he looked a little shocked, I asked where her mother is, and he said she is busy? BUSY?!!? At 11pm on a Sunday night… BUSY? When it comes to your 15yo daughter? What are you doing woman? BUSY getting it up the arse? BUSY paralytic on the lounge room floor? Some people should not be allowed to have children.

Bren tells me the other night he is moving to Melbourne. We talked the other day when he was feeling really down, and I told him the things he was looking for he wasn’t going to find here. I can’t really be pissed off because I told him he needed to. I was not surprised; I guess I will be if he does actually go. He tells me August, but who knows. I’ll be devastated if he does go, but I take things with a grain of salt, especially when it’s Bren.

Dinner on Friday night was nice, though we ended up going to the Tryst instead. I have been there several times before and am always amazed at the quality of their food and service. We then went onto the Hyatt for several hours where we drank too much port. We were lucky enough as well to get a free serving of crushed glass with our ice (not with the port obviously), which work in our favour as we did not have to pay for the alcohol. We had to endure the foul stench of cigar smoke (we were in the cigar lounge), but the seating was quite comfortable. At that point I was mindlessly bored and would have killed myself just to get away from it all, but alas I persevered and was home around midnight. I’m going to try and avoid work functions now. They are so booooorrrring! Argh!

Which reminds me, I was at brunch the other day with a couple of my colleagues, a lovely café situated in the garden district, entering my business card into a competition they were running, and won myself a nice lunch for two. Cheerin!

The shopping centre across from where I live is fairly big, it also happens to be across the road from a college, a sports college (can you see where I am going with this). It is also a common know fact that the restrooms located in this centre are a beat, a busy one mind you, usually closeted footballers boinking each other in the cubicles. I’m not to sure where I am going with this – oh yeah, I walk in there the other night (before grocery shopping – I don’t frequent beats *cough*) and to my surprise there were three sets of feet located in the cubicle next to me. No surprise there I guess, the last two times I’ve been in there, there has been rather loud sex going on. Calling it restroom sex is putting a classing spin on something that is in all rights is toilet sex. I have done it before, several times in-fact, but it’s been in gay clubs, where it’s expected.

This weekend we have a full house. Ben and Bret are coming up for Melbourne, and Bren’s sister and her boyfriend are going to be up from Tumut. Seeming as we have no spare rooms, and the lounges are not designed to do anything but be sat on. I don’t know how that is going to work.

I will be out and about on my own as Jay heads off to Sydney for two weeks for surgery. Which means I will have to live without my baby, but I will endeavour to come and see him while he is up there.

Funny Story: One of the main contracts that we hold is with the Australian Federal Police. I had spent the day trying to organise some paper work for security clearances for some staff. Having stressed over it all day (as we know the government loves a paper trail) I decided to go home early. I had been fiddling with my windows settings and have altered my windows sounds to various vocal clips from some of my favourite porn movies. I get a call from the gentleman who deals with new security admissions, whom I have met before, a very nice man in his late 50’s. Anyway, he calls and we chat for an extended period of time, as I am talking I decide to close down the program I was using and in lieu of the usually windows “DING” I get a (very loud) “THAT’S A VERY BIG DICK, HORSE HUNG MAN!” Oh my I was embarrassed. He paused, I scoffed and he quickly finished the conversation. Needless to say he has not called me for a while!

Song for the day: Dio – Holy Diver

LPH