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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Friday 23 February 2007 (Day View)
23.02.2007 – Friday 23 February – Rocky Balboa
- • Work, as usual. I see “Rocky Balboa” in the evening, at Indooroopilly, with Clint. It’s as bad as expected—what little actually happens, is predictable. There’s no action, no drama, no emotion, and not much else. Still, as with most movies, it was fun to go. When I got home, dinner was served—a very nice curry, rice, dhal and fried bread. I’m very impressed—everything was made from scratch, even the bread. My flatmates are apparently good cooks, and both vegetarian.
- • The charity bins at the train station are gone. It’s the end of an era.