Working from home, while an enticing concept, is effecting me strangely. At first I was worried I was beginning to hate the whole no-human-contact hermit idea, but… like a mate of mine said, it’s actually enticing me to get out and about a lot more. Even just walking to the shops this afternoon after work, it was like I’d been looking forward to going on holidays all day. I’m guessing the key here is to get out for lunch more often. Who works in Melbourne CBD? Let’s hook up and have awkward disjointed conversation over a dodgy sandwich.

Another upshot is that I can begin working pretty much immediately after I’ve showered. This has proved somewhat problematic as I’m sometimes still half-asleep and I still haven’t come to grips with the cutlery we bought in Melbourne yet. Oh, you may laugh, but the new teaspoons and tablespoons we have appear deceptively identical in size. This usually results in me either sleepily trying to wade my way through chomping down a bowl of muesli with a teeny little teaspoon, or dozily lumping a heaving tablespoon of coffee into a regular sized mug and nearly choking on the consequences.

Going to the gym is proving successful thus far. Our new gym is extremely empty in the morning - there’s only been two other people there when I visited over the last few days. The problem is that it’s always the same people, and because I’m still getting into the swing of going to the gym regularly, it’s obvious how crap I’m going. And let’s face it, when you’ve got a choice between watching what indeed appears to be a growing cult with eerie undercurrents on breakfast TV or a sweaty, swearing bastard wheezing in agony on an exercise bike with only a dodgy “inspirational” metal playlist to spur him on for your morning in-gym entertainment, it’s not a difficult choice.

This all, of course, means no more junk food. I’m a bit of a snacky person during the day, so I’ve been agonising over healthier snack ideas… crap like the chips I’ve been inhaling over the last month of holidays are definitely out of the question now, though.

It’s a safe bet that Adam and I have been scared off chips for the time being, though. You know how everyone’s had that experience where you drank something ridiculous, like, er…. Passiona and gin, ahem, and got so utterly titting wasted that you can’t even go near the soft drink again, because it brings back such vivdly vomituous memories? We had something like that two weeks ago… except with chips.

A mate of mine was recently banging on about how great those special Smiths “Sausage Sizzle” chips are - “like eating one thousand sausages at once!” he exclaimed. (Although he’s a homo, so maybe that was the reason he was so into it). Adam and I couldn’t help but hoover up a bag from the 7-11 while we were tanked and stumbling on our way home.

Now, these chips were awesome at the time. But we had this horrible, disgusting kind of chip hangover. Every time we burped, nay, inhaled with force - this horrible sausage stinkflood overwhelmed our gullets. This continued for over two days and we were even obsessively washing our hands, because the sausage stink wouldn’t come off. I’ve never wanted to get a sausage out of my hand and/or mouth so much in my life. Has anyone suffered a similar fate?

After this incident, Adam is now flavourphobic and literally refuses to eat anything but plain salted chips.

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