Curse this disposable income....

On the bright side, a fridge, and paying off the credit card so I can start saving for Venice. Though I'll probably just fund Venice with a personal loan :)

On the bright-for-me-but-potentially-destructive-for-my-relationship side, wireless.
Anyone have a couple of 802.11b PCMCIA cards they don't need? Figure I'll give that a shot before going to g.

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Days like these....

Shouldn't have come back to work, really.

Oh, so tempting to move to New Zealand.
However. There have been some highlights to the week. Cutting my finger off wasn't one of them. Well. I say "off". It's a nasty gash. And, ironically, I did it opening a healthy can of low-fat tuna! This health shit is going to kill me.

But it did lead to a beautiful household moment. Returning from Extreme Karaoke, I decided I needed a shower. And, of course, I can't get the heavily bandaged finger wet. No problem, think I. So I ran in to spark_au downstairs.
"I suppose you're off to bed then?", he says.
"Yup. Just as soon as I ... [snap, goes the bright pink latex glove on my hand, ala Tim "What's on the slab" Curry] ... have a shower."

Voted "The most disturbing thing since those topless lesbians earlier this week" by weasels_of_fire.

Rescue me, someone.

And I have a new game! It came to me as I was hobbling to the physio.

Take a good, romantic, angsty song. Replace every occurrence of the word "lover" with "scrubber". Hilarity ensues.

Leonard Cohen is perfect for this. If you come up with better lines than

"We weren't scrubbers like that, and besides, it would still be alright...."

or

"Scrubber scrubber scrubber scrubber scrubber scrubber scrubber come back to me ...."

let me know! I've already done all the Uncy Leonard. I suspect Nick Cave may be a rich untapped vein, though.

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