PARTY PLANNING COMMITTEE 2009!

I, the inane, will host a little to-do at my humble abode on 7 November. Unfortunately only 9 people (myself included) have RSVP'd YES so far. O, plus Alex Hockings, Daniel Putt and Rabeya Chowdbury, which means 12 confirmed guests so far. Most of the fun with parties happens in the planning stages, I think, although I have only hosted one party so far in my working adult life. The actual affair is often disappointingly small. However, this time, we will have a) karaoke and b) outdoor lighting. Win!

To the approx 130 of you who are yet to reply: I would strongly urge you to RSVP "yes" on FB. Break free of those inhibitions.

rejected at age 29

although i have had far more sex and more recent sex than some of my female colleagues, i am not impervious to the threat of the looming sexual drought of the fourth decade of life. recently, i attempted flirting with a colleague. we parried backwards and forwards on the facebook and even sent each other ridiculous photographs of body parts in a clever parody of his beloved serial killers.

it culminated in him choosing a newly slimmer, younger blonde from the newman surgeon dynasty. is this the sort of indecency that will fill this next stage of my life? woeful.

i saw inglourious basterds on wednesday! i cried. outside the cinema, tenor hoons yabbering, and me, shaking like a leaf in the cold.

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cuddler needed. essential:must enjoy the smell of doonas and have warm body parts. desirable:soft, flat hands and a pleasing amt body hair.

saturday night

meeting of the anarchic lovers last night. discussion topics: hiking. and then: ED. first reunion in six months. e started doing that strange gulping thing again.

dream

...and oh, just OVERRUN with alligators. one lesbian molestation. and large mechanised bicycles in a troupe of some sort.

novel idea number one

a mystorian called charlie mchiggins and her fictitious lover, rodney grandcourt

dream this morning

was lying on my back in someone's loft, tossing a baby into the air. chastised for putting it at risk, and reminded that i did a similar thing with someone's dogs, breaking its ribs. woke briefly, nauseated. then dreamt of breaking said baby's ribs, followed by a terrible fight with the mother during which i told her she was an unfit mother. then a long, drawn-out family meeting when people told me i was a bad person for having broken this baby's ribs, and that it was going to die.

weirdest two-act nightmare ever. had the hardest time convincing myself it was just a nightmare.

dream two days ago

performing on stage, improv. equidistant from A and C. when confronted, ran off stage so as to maintain equidistance. congratulated later by observers for doing so.

Crapstorm of what magnitude?

The following things happened to me in the previous 12 hours:
1) MDT meeting cancelled - no miniquiches!
2) code brown at RPH!
3) philanthropic MET call
4) pronounced a patient
5) mean ole registrar sat on me (not my registrar, who looks like an Indian Owen Wilson)
6) berlin sessions CANCELLED
7) optus salesman visited me and called me stupid to my face
8) my sister came home crying

Can you believe it?!