I've never actually got around to writing one of these.
Until now.
I'm not big on the whole journal thing really, but now I just don't have much else to do. It's so god damn hot here though. (Here is Nowra, just so you all know) And it's hot. And I dun mean just hot, I mean it's humid and muggy and really stinking hot.
Doesn't help that I've worked all morning either.
And had to fill our house with flowers.
Funerals do that to you. I think the florist is sick of knocking at out door.
But anyway, what was I complaining about? Oh, that's right, the heat. It better not be hot tomorrow as I have to go shopping in Wollongong with my mother. And I know shopping centres are air-conditioned, however outside won't be, and mum can never seem to stay inside a shopping centre, she likes to dart between all of them.
Ah yes. They joys of Christmas shopping.
So many people to buy presents for.
So little money to buy presents with.
Which sucks.
I need a new hobby, I think. Because complaining about stuff over my DA account is actually kinda sad. Oh well.
That's the story of my life isn't it.

Ciao.