I have been going non-stop for 48 hours now and I am totally exhausted. Last night was a massive work event called the Astra Awards which I was invited to, so this meant I had to bring a change of clothes with me into work yesterday so that way straight afterwards I could dress and make my way there to the event. I arrived fashionably late because the taxi kept getting stuck, my date wasn't impressed, although she didn't mind when she was on the carpet except when the younger girls kept screaming when Ian Thorpe reared his ugly head. Unfortunatley for me we were stuck a table away from the ugly queen. The food was good but there wasn't enough for my liking, it was basically one plate to a group of ten and although I was at a table with work collegues and surrounded by beautify anorexic hardbody twigs, there wasn't enough for them to throw up in the toilets. My date scoffed at the comments I made about one girls hair although Sophie Faulkner did look stunning, or so M. confessed. We cut to the afterparty where we did a little dancing and then bailed on the event and bummed around the city at four in the morning until around five or so when we caught the train to Epping, I saw her off while I caught the bus into work, changing clothes once I arrived and spent the entire day today fighting with the computer. Thankfully tomorrow is a useless public holiday.