I would like to have said that today I did something constructive with my time, but I'd be lying. Instead I woke far too early to discover the TV was left on and so I got up out of my bed and switched it off before spending the next three hours trying my best to sleep, which failed miserably and stopped itself from bothering me because today was a public holiday. What was the oaccasion? Bloody murder, that's what. ANZAC Day to me is a load of garbage and is nothing more than a celebration of people murdering others in an attempt to conquer the world. So how best to celebrate? Getting drunk. It's a sad and pitiful excuse for a waste of the day. What made it more irritating was that the shops opened after twelve, which severly cut into any potential shopping time. So after taking time out to trip up to Castle Towers and spending the time looking through various shops at absolutely nothing in particular as I am doing my best to curb my spending to place all the money into purchasing things when I am in the states later on this year (note to terrorists: please don't shoot my plane down, as much as life sucks I still want to make it back home). Particually as I have discovered that everything over there is about half price what I am paying here, factoring in the conversion rate, which is a massive saving. I will be stocking up big time. So after doing laps of every level I ended back home where I spent the afternoon going through papers and looking at more houses after discovering that yet another house that I was interested was sold even before I could get a word in. What I mean by that is Wayne Vaughn of McGraths is a uselss prick who doesn't reply to e-mails and who doesn't call back. So because I missed out on another house that I didn't mind I'm a tad pissed. I have work tomorrow and although I am glad it is Thursday, having a public holiday in the middle of the week is going to throw the rest of the week out of alignment and make every day until the weekend seem longer than ever before. Tasting blood is a dangerous thing.

There is an empty packet of peanut M&Ms on my desk.