Sunday 14th March
I drove Bronwen to her parent’s place for breakfast.
I woke up, drove up to Bronwen’s parent’s place, and drove myself, Bronwen and her Mum to Palace Centro where we had difficulty finding parking, and watched “Welcome”—a French film, a little raw, confronting and upsetting, about an Iraqi immigrant trying to get to the lady he loved in the UK, via France.
Bronwen and I went for a walk.
I dropped Sabine at South Bank to watch “Alice in Wonderland”, and then Bronwen and I bought pizza from Windmills, and watched “Calendar Girls” back at my place, before going to Maz’s.
Monday 15th March
I went to work. Dave is over from the states.
Bronwen, Sabine, Valerie and myself spent a couple of hours at the Newmarket Hotel watching some comedians.
Tuesday 16th March
Bronwen awoke with a sore throat, and Ned wasn’t feeling fantastic either, so they called in sick. Well, Bronwen did. Ned planned to call in, but because his work starts at a normal hour, he had to wait an hour to call them. So, of course, he fell asleep, and was called by work around nine o’clock, wondering where he was. This isn’t the ideal way to call in sick.
Bronwen and I drove to a nearby German bakery—the King of Cakes at Gailey Five Ways, and bought the bread recommended by the German girl there, for German girls. We then stopped at Woolies in Toowong on the way back, bought food, drove home, had lunch, drove to Bronwen’s parent’s place, got things, and drove out to Bronwen’s place—via the newly opened Clem7 tunnel.
The Clem7 tunnel has an eighty kilometre per hour speed limit, but everyone in it was doing seventy—why, I’m sure I’ll never know. I’m going to put it down to everyone being extremely stupid. And, at only ten to four, the exit onto the M3 was nearly congested—I can see congestion on the M3 backing up into the tunnel, which would then block the Ipswich exit as people try to merge left for the Gold Coast/M3 exit, which would effectively block the tunnel, which would then fill up with cars, then fumes, then water, then death, then maggots, and eventually… just bones. And all this because it’s a toll tunnel—if it was a free tunnel, I’d hope it worked, but seeing as it isn’t, I hope it’s a dismal failure and the company goes broke and they are forced to make it a free tunnel, and all Queenslanders will no doubt pay a higher tax after they’ve finished selling off all the assets and signing criminally cheap mining deals with foreign extortionists…
Anyway, paranoia aside, I’m now out at Bronwen’s, while she packs for her weekend kayak trip, in a sick kind of way. I might have a snooze.
Sadly, my snooze is over, and I have to drive back into the city, dropping Bronwen off at Kangaroo Point so she can go climbing.
I spent the evening at Kangaroo Point, walking to South Bank to buy a Cold Rock Supershake, and watching Bronwen, Sabine and Valerie climbing.
I bought pizza and petrol, via a mostly shut Coronation Drive. Being bold and driving on the don’t-drive side of the witches’ hats to bypass about fifty stopped cars and get off Coronation Drive was exciting, in a mild kind of way.
Wednesday 17th March
I got up on time, and got to work on time—even after dropping Bronwen off at her work.
I drove home, and saw “The Hurt Locker” with Bronwen while my flatmates went to an Irish Pub, it being St. Patrick’s Day. I suppose I’m just a more exciting person!
I dropped Bronwen home then drove over to Maz’s, indirectly, via the new Clem7 tunnel. I then stayed up far, far too late.
Thursday 18th March
I am quite tired, after staying up far too late last night.
I ate a little flatmate-made-pizza, then picked Bronwen up from her parent’s and drove to West End, bought kebabs, ate them by the river, drove home, drank coffee, and went to bed.
Friday 19th March
I woke up earlier than I’d like, got ready for work, drove Bronwen to work, and drove myself to work, arriving an hour earlier than I usually would. I then worked.
I’d hoped to have dinner in West End with my flatmates, but they were off to The Exchange, so I went and got Maz, dropped them off at The Exchange, drove and looked at some fridges for sale—which weren’t in good enough condition unfortunately, dropped Maz home, and came back here and made some pasta. Now, at only eleven o’clock, I think I’ll go to bed.
Saturday 20th March
I drove Sabine and Valerie to Roma Street, then myself to Indooroopilly, where I complained to the Commonwealth Bank about their useless attempt at making my account fee-free, which actually changed it from its current fee-free status, to a fee-not-free status. Unfortunately, as it’s Saturday, there’s nothing they can do until tomorrow.
I also did some shopping at Woolies.
For some reason, I’m absurdly tired. It doesn’t make much sense. I got a reasonable amount of sleep last night, but I’ve just spent an hour snoozing on a bean bag in the loungeroom, figured it could be lack of food, ate some pasta, then spent an hour snoozing in my bed, before drinking two cups of coke in case it’s a lack of sugar, and now I’m feeling tired again, so am going to go get some iced coffee from the IGA and drive up to Maz’s. I can’t very well go to sleep there.
Maz has been rebuilding his NAS after the compact flash card running it died. We got dinner from Chez Tessa, and I finally got around to automating my Exchange backups. All I need to do now is implement the off-siting of the backup drive, which should be trivial to do, and my data is theoretically quite well backed up.