It appears that I have reverted back to the don’t-post-for-weeks phase of this blog. I’ll have much more time on my hands once we move to Melbourne in two weeks, so expect more substantial posting then. Don’t abandon me or I’ll commence relentless, heartless Jessica Rowe-style cackling!

There really will be a lot more spare time in my day in Melbourne, though. Considering I currently spend three hours each weekday commuting to and from work, I’m owed some serious commute-time karma. Working from home will mean I can force myself to be a lot more hardcore about the gym every morning… it also means I should really start being more of a housewife and have dinner ready for Adam when he gets home each day.

Although I suppose that’s the problem - I’m totally arse at cooking, having been accused of actually ruining cereal on more than one occasion. My current plan is to get a cookbook and see what happens. Note that I’m going to be extremely metal about all this and there will be no wearing of aprons or shit like that. Dinner will strictly be put together to angry hardcore… in fact, you’ll be able to taste the metal in the meal.

Oh, and then there’s the footy, too… *happy sigh* No words can describe how happy I am about being able to see the Cats play in person all the time again.

When we were down in Melbourne last weekend apartment hunting, a mate of mine who was tagging along for the day decided that we should visit the aquarium in a spare moment. I’d never actually been to the Melbourne aquarium so agreed this was a good idea. And it was, until the final exhibition…

After viewing a “deep sea dive simulator” sign with some curiosity, we decided to give it a shot. And I’m sure you’re familiar with these sorts of simulator rides - remember that crap animated “rollercoaster” intro to Full Frontal those years ago? That, except being thrown around a lot in your seat as well.

So after a lot of promises over how this ride would help us experience a deep sea dive - a tenuous grasp at theme-park excitement already - it ended up not having anything to do with a deep sea dive at all. Instead, we raced through a bad CGI racecourse of the arctic. It was not entirely dissimilar to watching someone play the ice level of Mario Kart while being shaken like a disobedient, wailing child.

There’s a whole lot of packing I need to do today. Moving interstate is possibly my most loathed activity in the world, followed closely after pulling mysterious pubes out of your toothbrush, suffering through our neighbours’ taste in Mix FM music, and viewing porn where someone begins kissing directly after they finish rimming.

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