Constipation
March 21, 2003
Work is a great heaving dry monster of a shit plugged far up my rectum, blocking Adam and I from moving to Melbourne and… doing cool stuff. My mind’s in Melbourne but the body’s still stuck here traipsing off to work at the usual ridiculous hours that a rotating roster likes to pummel me with.
I never thought I’d utter these words, but I can’t wait to get laid off. Then it’s off to Victoria we go. To watch foooootyyyy, and get a new job that I may not have such a seething love/hate relationship with. It’ll be nice to have more than one weekend off a month, too.
Adam is still refusing to lower himself to ordering a “skinny coffee” rather than a skim coffee in Melbourne, against all rulings of the local vernacular.
