Tis the season..

to avoid people at all costs it seems.

I just passed up a trip to Bunnings of all places with the boy. I'm suffering people phobia it seems, you know, that moment when you have people overload and going anywhere near a shop, at Christmas time, is about as exciting a prospect as letting your little sister near your eyebrows, with tweezers, when you haven't been drinking. Yup, crazy talk. Never mind the fact that last night included a large quantity of gin, a rush to a store to get more tonic and a movie that I can't for the life of me remember, must have been good. Oh yes, Aeon Flux. Charlize Theron with black hair, I remember saying somewhere in the middle after a few drinks that I was going to colour my hair black. Right, I dont think so, it was the gin talking. Thank goodness I was no where near a supermarket, any Loreal products or even Feria stuff. Nice and Easy, yeah right.

So I'm home alone, with the dogs of course, supposed to be working on my job app that is due in tomorrow, 95% done but procrastination has kicked in on he last 5% and I'm more interested in Token's drunken ramblings from her weekend and what the hell happened after her Chrissie party. Crikey, talk about unlucky in the fella stakes. And chickee, didn't anyone ever teach you you dont mix your drinks. ;-)

33 degrees and less humidity today, you know it's going to be a bad day when you wake up with a head full of cottonwool, slight case of the shakes, and your deodorant has expired 5 minutes after you've put it on. Bring on Chrissie and some summer storms. Ho ho ho and lots of other words ending in 'olly. 1 more week till the jolly fat guy comes, hooray.