Dude....

Yesterday I took some keys to cut. Didn't really look at their owner until I was actually cutting them.

I cut Paul Mac's keys. And got his autograph.

I love working in Newtown.

Actually, he knows this guy I work with, Barrie. Baz also knows the boys from Silverchair, Sarah McLeod from Superjesus and a few other interesting people (Megan Gale, for example). FYI, if Daniel Johns walked into the shop, I'd die.

Nothing much else to report, really. 

Went to a dinner (thai) last night (straight from work!!) to celebrate (?) the closing down of my old office, just with old workmates and things like that. Anyway, I've mentioned this horrid woman, Dianne, before. She was present and proceeded to get very, very drunk. She'd consumed half a bottle of wine before we arrived, polished the rest off during the meal (which was very nice, actually) and when we were having dessert, she had a liqueur coffee and a port. And then she drove home.

Seriously.

Can't believe it's the Queen's Birthday long weekend already...Not that it's actually the Queen's birthday (I think it's in April). I mean, shit, half a year. Anyways, I hired some DVDs (The X-Files and other scary goodies!!) to celebrate. Three days without working, God.

Almost my birthday. Not actually looking forward to turning twenty.

Guh.