Hi everyone

Catastrophe in the kitchen successfully circumvented.

I was browsing through the freezer in search of one of my favourite sources of late night snackage (actually come to think of it, any-time-of-the-day-or-night snackage) which I delightedly found in the form of this brilliant icecream with like, caramel swirled around through it... surprisingly enough, named Caramel Swirl, if I'm not mistaken... and an appropriate topping for the aforementioned frozen confection. Having found both of these, I left them unattended on the bench for a few moments to allow the icecream to soften. My first mistake! When I returned I was horrified to discover my deliciously smooth (and expensive) Cadbury's topping set upon by an army of ants. I immediately panicked -- my second mistake, underestimating my own omnipotence. Soon thereafter I recovered my composure, wiped the bottle carefully and all was right again. I sit here as a symbol to the now-all-okay-ness of the situation, calmly polishing off my dessert. All is right in the world.

Random and hypothetical observation completely unrelated to anything that may or may not have happened to me today:

"Say, wouldn't it be horribly embarrassing if, as one was stepping upon a random ferry in the western suburbs of Brisbane, one slipped over in mud and landed painfully on one's bottom? And wouldn't be the source of further embarrassment and lack of looking incredibly cool if one was then asked by the passengers of every car boarding the ferry if one was alright? Furthermore, would it not cause further discomfort to one to be forced to walk to a train station, board the train and then walk through a hypothetical city just west of Brisbane with a muddy bum and once-prettily-turquoise-but-now brown bag? And to top it off, wouldn't one be really getting quite annoyed if, after all of this, every single person one met at work commented on how muddy one was and asked how it happened? As if one didn't purposely plan to adorn oneself with mud that very morning in hopes of starting a groovy new fashion trend? Well? Wouldn't it?"

Random and hypothetical observation is now over. Sorry, I don't know what came over me. But in case you were wondering, I had a great day today.

It's late. I'm tired. In normal persons' terms, late + tired = bedtime. But then did anyone ever accuse me of being a normal person?

In my terms late + tired = procrastinate any number of ways until someone tells me it's time for bed. Which tonight is rather unlikely to occur due to my being here by myself. So unless an apparition of my Mum appears and commands me to sleep or face the punishment of death, this is shaping up to be a long blog.

But just to keep you guessing, I'm going to leave it there anyway.

Unpredictably yours,

Tegan