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Okay, so I get home this afternoon round three-ish after having lunch with my dad (I had a day off, on account of the Moby concert last night, more of that in a bit), and I'm feeling kinda sleepy after pasta and a glass of red and lots of warm sunniness, so I decide to have a nap before doing online stuff, like job-searching, and then going to training at 6.30.
I woke up at seven.
Obviously I needed the rest - I'm getting better, although the cough has picked up a bit and is making me feel a bit sick in the stomach. Rapid contractions of the diaphragm will do that. But yeah, I didn't realise I was quite that tired.
Moby was... fantastic. Utterly amazing. And I'll tell you one thing, dancing for four hours is actually quite good for a cold - I sweated it out, I think. Groove Terminator was the support band, and I think they would have had a better reaction (ie, people dancing) had it been later at night and not a worknight (who puts Moby on Tuesday at 7, I ask you?), but I still enjoyed them. I think Triple J plays them a lot, since I knew a fair few of their songs. And at the very end, they flashed across the screen "Not In Our Name", which was pretty cool.
Then Moby came on, and words fail me. I was already interested, but now consider me converted. The man is just... *degenerates into fangirl glee*![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
philf is a wonderful, wonderful person for getting the tickets.
Yes, I had a good time, can't you tell?
Oh, and Melburnians, go and see the MILK photo exhibition down at Federation Square, on the Yarra side. I had time to kill between meeting Dad at the station and then having lunch (he had a Vietnam Vets annual general meeting - the federal government's trying to take away their TPI (totally and permanently incapacitated) status and put them on old-age pensions instead, which don't cover their special medical needs. Ironic in this time of war, when the Gnome is telling us how we should be supporting our troops) and remembered Yasmin and I had come across it on our way to the candlelight vigil last week. We didn't have time to go through the whole thing then, so I did today. Great stuff.
MILK, btw, stands for "Moments of Intimacy, Love and Kinship" - something to remember in the face of human stupidity right now.
Hmm, I'm for bed soon. I've got physical labour ahead of me tomorrow - packing files at the old building for transport to the new - provided they have enough boxes. I'll come prepared for either that or the usual. Just as well I have clothes in my filing drawer for work-work. And yeah, I'm definitely going to have to set aside soome weekend time for job hunting. Things are getting... frustrating at the good ol' DoJ.
I woke up at seven.
Obviously I needed the rest - I'm getting better, although the cough has picked up a bit and is making me feel a bit sick in the stomach. Rapid contractions of the diaphragm will do that. But yeah, I didn't realise I was quite that tired.
Moby was... fantastic. Utterly amazing. And I'll tell you one thing, dancing for four hours is actually quite good for a cold - I sweated it out, I think. Groove Terminator was the support band, and I think they would have had a better reaction (ie, people dancing) had it been later at night and not a worknight (who puts Moby on Tuesday at 7, I ask you?), but I still enjoyed them. I think Triple J plays them a lot, since I knew a fair few of their songs. And at the very end, they flashed across the screen "Not In Our Name", which was pretty cool.
Then Moby came on, and words fail me. I was already interested, but now consider me converted. The man is just... *degenerates into fangirl glee*
philf is a wonderful, wonderful person for getting the tickets. Yes, I had a good time, can't you tell?
Oh, and Melburnians, go and see the MILK photo exhibition down at Federation Square, on the Yarra side. I had time to kill between meeting Dad at the station and then having lunch (he had a Vietnam Vets annual general meeting - the federal government's trying to take away their TPI (totally and permanently incapacitated) status and put them on old-age pensions instead, which don't cover their special medical needs. Ironic in this time of war, when the Gnome is telling us how we should be supporting our troops) and remembered Yasmin and I had come across it on our way to the candlelight vigil last week. We didn't have time to go through the whole thing then, so I did today. Great stuff.
MILK, btw, stands for "Moments of Intimacy, Love and Kinship" - something to remember in the face of human stupidity right now.
Hmm, I'm for bed soon. I've got physical labour ahead of me tomorrow - packing files at the old building for transport to the new - provided they have enough boxes. I'll come prepared for either that or the usual. Just as well I have clothes in my filing drawer for work-work. And yeah, I'm definitely going to have to set aside soome weekend time for job hunting. Things are getting... frustrating at the good ol' DoJ.
