nothing remarkable to leave behind

i wish i had some sort of music-playing devise to take with me to work.

ok. no ben thompson. lazy. sleeping. he was at the folk night thing - i really liked him. bler! i wish i had gone.
but, seriously, i will return to my Lazy Sundays At the Powerhouse Gigs, because they are both free and good. and excellent for knitting time. well lit! well lit live music! oh jollification.

i feel melancholy and sober today. this is for multiple reasons. one of which being that i have to work at richards until 4, then go to southbank and do my RSA course (responsible service of alcomahol) from 5 - 9. this leaves no time for lunch, or dinner. this makes me feel deeply frustrated, because, well, eating is my Friend. eating is good. yuuum yuuum. on the same general theme, having enough money to purchase food is also good, and i am down to the last $10 of the payweek. this is a melancholy and sober moment for all.

all day mon. at the theatre was an adventure, as they forgot to roster on someone who was trained with me. i saw a Hell Customer from the bookstore, always exciting to see them in another context and being less impolite. still impolite though. i don't care How old or rich you are. there is NO excuse for rudeness to the poor people serving you books, movie tickets, and popcorn. ok? get that, rude cow lady?

eye on the prize, elizabeth. eye on the prize.

i think i need to go chat to the tibetan monk - divination - rinpoche. worth the money. worth the devotion to buddhism. worth it to work out how much bad karma i will be working off for fucking people over in this life. (seriously, there are only two people i have fucked over. one equally fucked me over, so we sort of even each other out, the other, well, i disproportionately fucked her over. i am not sure my monthy donations to the wilderness society, MSF, oxfam, amnesty, and the WSPA will wear off that. but it seems good. better than actually talking to her because she scares the beee-geesus out of me.... that, and there is an element of self-flagulation about it. if i work it out, i will feel better. i feel bad about feeling better. l. tells me to get over it, because he detests, due to her meanness towards me, and, well, he just doesn't like her. but, artghh. it's not about liking her. i don't like her either. its about me being a shit. and knowing there is nothing i can really do to fix it. yes. tibetan refugee will make me feel better. and, if he doesn't at least my $55 donation will help him out. **rolls eyes at my idiotic logic** and yes, damn it, i WILL blog about it, i am sick of censoring my rants on the off chance someone googles their way into my bloggity blog. who cares, elizabeth. stop being so goddamn neurotic.)

*sings the Neurotic Me song to self*

this new, exciting world of Not Having Days Off is making me feel slightly deranged and unrailed. poink.