Daily Log

It strikes me as odd the way on one hand, one person can be having a rather fluffy day, and on the other hand, another person can be defining who they are. My day started strange. Almost as if God was taking a hand. When I woke up the internet to the Gold Coast was down. If anything could force me into a day of not working, it was this. Not that I didn't do everything I could without the internet, but with my current state of affairs, this was over by 7. Luckily, my mobile phone made a successful intermediary for sending a few choice emails.

Once best friend was up, we ate and headed to barefoot with lawless brother and niece. Niece was in fine form. She successfully conned best friend out of half of his banana bread with simple clapping and her practiced point. A true manipulator in the making there. I was so proud.

At nine, the internet still was down, so we decided to collect the mother and head up the mountain for a long lazy lunch. The lack of edible food turned me into a raving cunt and we had to leave our first choice to find something I could eat... Steak and chips, revolutionary. I despise this diet. Seriously, if i cannot fly by the end of this 6 months, intolerances can jump off a cliff.

With three words I managed to get the restaurant owner into a review of his premises. By the time I was done he was asking for my contact details; seems as though I cannot not work even when the coast is struck down with a case of 1960s-itis. Oh well, might mean I can get them to discount my cousin's wedding there.

Lunch over, we all headed back to our respective homes. I returned to find the internet up and made some big steps in the development of the wholesale store. After lonely water rehab with my rag tag team of seniors, I had the usual dinner with dad and headed for bed.