deathpixie | Officially goofing off.

For I have but half an hour of work to go, my trays are empty, and I'm buggered if I'm going to do much more than answer a few phone calls.

I've decided - I need a man in my life. A very specific man, in fact - a massuse. My shoulders are absolutely screaming right now, I've had a headache for two days, the Neurofen isn't working and all I can think of is some nice, professionally trained person giving my shoulders and back some major massage. So I'm considering camping out at the nearest sports medicine centre in the hopes of snagging myself one. Of course, I could just pay for it, but with the way my shoulders get, I doubt I could afford the fee. To be expected, I suppose, after the whole moving thing - the back's kinda stiff too, exaggerated by a bout of PMT. So yeah, hot bath with lavendar and a glass of vino when I get home. Although the temperatures out there are pretty scary again - 40 degrees today.

Phil and I have decided Melbourne's weather is controlled by a teenaged mutant well in the throes of adolescence. How else do you explain the mood swings?

Oh, and call out to the Melbourne Maelstrom - I'm thinking of getting together on Saturday in Brunswick, but I have no idea doing what. I've been hanging around the Family Drunk too much - all I can think of is the pub. ;) Any ideas, suggestions? I wanna show off my new abode. ;)