11:20 - To Hot To Sleep.

It's 11:20pm and it's way to hot to sleep. I'd open up the windows a bit, but then more mozzies that you can imagine will creep in the window and eat me to bits. Plus there's no wind tonight anyway.

So I thought I'd get up and write some wibble on my website. Mostly because it's when I can't sleep that I get in the right frame of mind to type random crap for hours on end, boring the pants off not only you dear readers, but myself when I go back and reread this. Which I often do too, I am really glad I have been keeping this ongoing Journal. It's really happy/sad/funny/pathetic to look back over some of the things I've written about etc. Makes me glad I came to New Zealand, given my inital reservations.

Now I am sounding like that movie me and Emi went to see last night. Sweet Home Alabama. Read my review. Basically, it was a soppy crap love story. I knew it was a chick flick, but you know it's a bad chick flick when even Emi didn't think much of it. She was probably too busy thinking about her new coffee machine though. Funky machine that it is. Makes very tasty flatwhites too, just like being at a cafe.

Getting up and going to work today was way to hard. The first day back of the new year is always that way I guess. So many people were leaving the office at 2-3pm. It wasn't helped by the fact that the AirCon broke down about midday and it just got worse and worse in the office. Up to about 32 degrees I think before it was finally fixed and started to come down to a much better level. And of course, because it was the first day back everyone tries to get in first with thier "quick" query. So by 10:30am I already had a list of about 10 things to do. Some of which aren't quick tasks. It's a job. For how much longer I really don't know though. Tony is leaving on Friday. We've got some interviews lined up for his replacement. But I'm really sick of the whole environment there. They're still trying to shaft my boss. The reply we finally got back from the CEO was such a joke. It was basically a letter that said nothing, but was fleshed out into 4 paragraphs so it disguised the fact it said nothing. Well, until you read it that is.

We had a cool going away party for Tony on Saturday night though, over at Mark's place. A bunch of people from work turned out, but we're all friends of Tony's, not just workmates. The workmate bash is this Friday night when BossMan is coming up from Auckland to say farewell to Tony. The Saturday night party was excellent though, I finally left at about 2:30. By the time I left we were singing and yelling and making a fair noise, but Mark's neighbours didn't seem to mind. More likely they weren't home, because if I'd been his neighbour I'd have minded. We were all fighting over the Stereo and what we were going to play next etc. I think it all went download when Tony screamed out "Once you hit the Jack [Daniels], you never go back!"
Yea. Was a good party anyway, certainly the best of the year so far.

Other interesting things are afoot at work, but I dare not write about them. Doing so could cause a real stink if certain people were to read it. I love being all sneaky and shit. Like you guys really give a toss anyway. But hey, makes me feel special. Or something.

It's still hot here. And icky. There are only so many icecream milkshakes you can make, and they don't really help all that much. I think I need to invest in a aircon thingy, not just the dehumidifier (which is the landlords anyway)

I got really mad tonight. I'd just turned on the TV in one of my rare "I wonder what's on the TV" moods, and an ad for Heineken came on TV. And the music playing was a song Reel Big Fish play. But it was all slow and munted and had to horns in it. And I started yelling at the TV and telling it "Fark you! I'm never going to by Heniken ever again you useless pack of bastards"
Then I realised Reel Big Fish only cover that song.
Oops.

I made salad for tea tonight. Really tasty. Lettace, Croutons, Cheese and 3 cheese salad dressing. Yes, so I copied Emi's salad from yesterday. But hey. You can't expect me to make salad AND be inventive. I'll try that tomorrow night.
Mmmmmm. Beer Salad.

This bit is purely for my own record: I had a really strange dream last night. The same topic went on all night. Lots of different werid dreams, but they all tied into the main central theme. Which is kinda werid for a dream. Usually I don't care what I dream about, but this pissed me off especially. I couldn't stop thinking about it all the way to work on the bus. It pissed me off lots.

See another bunch of stupid random bits that really don't make much sense. I think my magnetic poetry made more sense. "Never Kiss A Frisky Chair", sage words those ones kiddies. I want to get a pet, but I can't where I am. Plus it's a big thing to have a dog/cat. It ties you to it for years. But I'd like to get one. It sucks. I'm tired and grumpy and hot. I think I should go get my big fan and turn it on. It makes squeezy noises and I'm too scared to put oil on it so it doesn't, cause it's electric and I'm scared it'll catch on fire. But then it's squeeking, so it might catch on fire away. That would be uncool, trying to sleep with a burning fan. The useless neighbours might complain about it's sqeeking too. With their supersonic ears.

Ok. I'm going to bed. With the sqeeky fan. Oh yea I found Earl Grey tea today, but with Green Tea mixed in as well. It's very nice. You should try it.

Tim