Tony Abbott should definently STFU and I can't properly articulate how mad his moronic comments make me so I will too

I'm feeling very disorientated and out of sorts for the start of a year. January is usually spent wiling away all my of annual leave hanging out in the air con reading books or having impromptu kiddie pool cocktail parties in our burning hot backyard. For the past decade I've been working full time and spending my summers as I please. But the call of a wage is strong so I'm stuck in an office day dreaming about the sunshine outside. It doesn't help that the weather is being very uncharacteristic for this time of the year. The days are warm rather than I-think-I'm-in-hell hot and the nights are so cool that I dug the winter doona out of the cupboard. I should probably just be grateful that the whole state isn't sitting on a knives edge wondering if we'll go up in flames.

Due to monetary (and I'm Old) reasons we've only organised one music/festivally thing this summer. Soundwave in a month .. can't wait! Lot's of loud, heavy music plus the added bonus of emo kids to laugh at. It should be good fun. I've also been given a ticket to AC/DC. And here's the clincher ... I'm going with my parents, unlces and aunties. God what a dork. The last time they all saw AC/DC was in some skeezy Melbourne pub in the early 80's so it should be interesting!

And on a lose weight note, I've started exercising properly (every day for the past week .. woo!) and eating a bit better. Eating less? NO. But better and that's something I guess. It's hard to get yourself into a mind set that not eating anything you want when you want is the end of the world. I am seriously obsessed with food. It's a bit of a worry. But I know that when I get back into the groove of not indulging my every whim (if for no other reason than I'm bored) I know it gets easier and easier until I'm back to not being the person that eats too god-damned much. Cutting out the almost daily glasses of wine was easier. The massive hangover I awoke with on Sunday morning helped.
It was worth it though.

Urgh with a side of Blerg

I have had a headache since Sunday and I think I'm about ready to shoot myself. I thought it was a migraine but after passing out for 3 hours yesterday after taking imigran I awoke with the worst pain in my head I think I've ever experienced. It was beyond awful.

I was excited when I started to feel sickly on Sunday. "ooo maybe I'm pregnant!". But no, 3 HPT's later and no positive for me. It's for the best though. I really need to lose weight and get back into a regular exercise routine before that happens. Which of course I have been telling myself for 2 months, but Christmas and New Year were so much fun (not to mention ridiculously bloody hot) that I just keep putting it off. I've downloaded the couch to 5k app onto the iphone (god I want to punch myself after reading that back. hipster!) and I really needed to get started. Maybe I will wait until next week when the 40 degree weather calms down and this fucking headache goes away. I'm pretty sure it's sinus related (my sinuses are in a word, FUCKED) and I'm off to the doctor this afternoon for a nice big script for sudafed. Bloody speed freaks ruining it for us all!

Well, this wasn't very interesting! And I have got to figure out how the hell to put a blogroll on the side bar .. anyone? I'm so hopeless.

I have 15 things to do so I'm starting a blog intead!

I've been reading blogs for years .. years and YEARS! Quite honestly (this is so awful to admit) it's probably the reason I was able to stick at admin work for so long. That right there was a huge indicator that perhaps, just maybe, I needed something more in my life. So I quit. My partner was sick, there were bills that needed to be paid and I quit. I started uni in Feb last year and I haven't looked back.

So a new year has just rolled around and I'm back in the office again. Right back where I started 10 years ago actually. But I finished my first year of uni. I even passed. Not bad considering the miscarriage and ectopic pregnancy thrown in for good measure!

So! 2010! We're up to our eyeballs in debt, I'm minus a few internal organs, I want a baby so bad I can taste it and I more than likely drink too much.

I've never been more content ...