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08.04.2008Tuesday 8 April – Bad Traffic

I sort of wake up when my alarm goes, so I can be sort of awake, should the real estate lady come.
The real estate lady came, saw, and left.
The real estate lady came, saw, and left.
I drove out to Wooloowin and bought two foam mattresses for $15 each, so that Stella can hide her guests away in her room. Traffic is insane for some reason—not any busier than normal, just chaotic driving. I saw a motorbike rider most probably killed by two cars, a stopped bus, several smashed cars blocking traffic, was forced to drive on the wrong side of the road to avoid the remains of cars, and waited in traffic for ages while police guided people through lights closed due to accidents, to mention a few. And this was before it started raining.
Bronwen came over and we went and got pizza and watched a few episodes of Heroes with Grace. I drove Bronwen home and then drove up to Maz’s, where I waited until Stella finished work. The driver chaos continued on the way home, where a car sped and somehow managed to slide itself in at a strange angle between me and a maxi-cab in the next lane before stopping. Neither the taxi nor I were touched by the errant maniac in his car, but it certainly got the ole heart racing.
Off to bed, so I can get up at a reasonable hour for a change and get some things done.

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