I loves Fridays

Mum ordered a massive clean out this afternoon, at which point my sister decided to give in to her allergies and headed straight to bed, leaving me and Bryan to sort through six months' worth of junk. Most of it got thrown out - we're highly efficient.

Today I'm tweety bird-looking, yesterday was Elmer Fudd, so there's an improvement and I managed to coax my dimple out of hiding too. I'm well on the road to recovery even if I keep mistiming my antibiotic doses.

As things go, I could bump my surgery up to Wednesday or Tuesday maybe and put more time between that and my flight. Apparently things get messy if you fly too soon after, something about blood and pressurised cabin air.

I'm happy today, even with a brass ensemble arrangement hanging over my head. What you can do tomorrow, you do tomorrow. Ah, procrastination.

And Rudy, since you'll probably read this before I get to talk to you, lunch on Monday is on. Tish is coming too, and so's your 50p.

Entertainment value

Russell Peters is so funny!

Watched Win A Date With Tad Hamilton, played Monopoly, had dinner with Weng's colleagues.

A relatively happening day, I especially enjoyed Monopoly because I was winning until I entrusted Bryan with five minutes of play time and Weng went from nearly bankrupt to watching everyone else mortgage their properties. Damn, so close!

Win A Date was another brainless romantic comedy of the kind I really like. Topher Grace is the ultimate geek with the best lines in the whole movie +sigh+ what a darling dweeb.

Ticking over so slowly

Judging from his reaction, we've established that Tish has an admirer, because I'm pretty sure he didn't yahoo himself much less sexy tish. But the interested individual not only thinks he's sexy and but desperate enough to do a search on him. I say go Tish!!

Rudy asked me whether it's fun being a hamster, or something along those lines, I can't remember exactly, the painkillers are befuddling my mind. But yes, I've heard them all. Today is the first time I've ventured out in public since Monday. Public meaning downstairs in the lobby of my condo, sitting in the car, and at the petrol station.

It's kind of hard driving while trying to duck behind the steering wheel and even harder to skulk along the wall of the corridor in the hopes that no one'll see me, so everyone from the kiosk attendant to the security guards and the newspaper man were doing double takes, and I know for sure it wasn't because of my sparkling smile since I can barely crack one at the moment.

I just wanted to cradle my hamster cheek and run home. Everytime I've passed a mirror I've paused to will my swelling to go down.

Who could've guessed that a single wisdom tooth could cause me so much grief?