HIT by Madness

October is one of the best months to come to Sydney just because it is Good Food Month and if there is one thing I like best about Sydney, it's gotta be the food! Oh yeaaahhh!

Because most of my friends and I are poor... ok, on a budget, we've been skipping the 'hatted' (the excellent restaurants are rated via hats and there's only a handful of them!) restaurants' hundred-dollar over dinners and going for something dubbed "Sugar Hit", hosted by some of Sydney's best hotels, for 15 bucks a pop.

They are these oh-so-sweet treats that will practically abuse your tastebuds to numbness. They come with either dessert wine (orange muscat is syrupy sweet, the sweet sparking red wine is pretty cool) or scotch. Twist your waiter's arm for coffee, tea or juice. Tap water in Sydney is totally potable (unlike in some exotic places where you gotta use bottled water just to brush your teeth) and they come free with every meal. You just gotta ask your server.

I am glad it's Friday - the week is over and it is time for that breather. I turned down a day-out. Should I kick myself? It's so unlike me but I figure I need that time for myself. I'm not sure what for.

Selfish me. Who isn't, anyway?

adolescent angst and more...

I need some good ol' spankin'.

Because I feel like going on to the footbridge and screaming at the top of my lungs.

I want to bang my head hard against the brick wall, too. Errr... maybe not...

And perhaps go out the backyard and upset the possums some more so they'd scream or make whatever sound they make that would piss me off big time and I'd attempt to grab their tails and fling them to the neighbor's backyards.
Or wherever they land.

Agh. Such is life.

www.bobdob.com

burning the midnight oil and such

ariel is indeed my fave bookshop. i slipped away from my work dinner at Lowenbrau down at The Rocks to head home (and get cracking on some film fest work reseach, mind you!), walked past ariel's open doors and was enticed to walk in. I pulled back thinking of the odds I wouldn't make a purchase. The buyer in that darn cool place deserves some recognition.

Friday is burn-the-midnight-oil night. I get to that point where I cannot even decide whether it was still a Friday or new day Saturday. ACK. Guess it's some kind of 'put-things-in-perspective' time, apart from just beating a Friday deadline for my so-called work. Ok, it's a volunteer work that I've often caught myself taking way too seriously.

Whether I'm investing in something worthwhile is beyond me. But I do have my hopes up for this project. More details when we get closer to the so-called 'release date'.

And so I kept my inbox open until 1-ish and now I've got a bunch of new mail, mostly junk from auto-generated sites presumably based in the US. Not to mention a bunch of emails from people I personally know also based in the US. Not forgetting the fact that I did get another Job Site email with about 50 jobs, when last night I just went through a list of 60-70 odd jobs. Ok, more like media-related or "media-related" jobs.

So tell me, what's up with the millions of jobs that suddenly flood my inbox? Not that much of those tickle my fancy. It's just so... sudden. And it makes me wonder where the jobs I want are hiding.

It's all about timing, alright. It's all about timing.

That final hour.

Longest hour imaginable. Except of course when you're having a good old time (e.g. that lunch break in between a busy morning and a crazy-busy afternoon).

Dang. I keep hitting the 'Check Mail' button again! All the freaking time!

Been a busy week alright. Stressful. I'm tired. Way tired. In agony over something beyond the tip of the iceberg.

I love the weekends. I wish I can look forward to weekdays, too.

The eight-hour stretch.

I hate doing my tax return. I'm getting peanuts back this year. I guess that's better than having to pay the government back some moolah. As if I have a lot to begin with. Give it a week to settle. My accountants are trying to do their work.

Have an arvo 'tea' partee to go to. In half an hour. I haven't showered, had lunch and all.

Labour Day Public Holiday. It does feel like a second Saturday in a weekend. I'd rather get lost roaming the streets than anything.

Glad I'm having a break off work. Busy week ahead, though.