Still no word from Bek as to whether she intends to join us this evening for another 24. Bek? Hello? Mental note: I hope I remembered to tell her that it was on tongiht. After soccer. My casa.

So last night I got home and was just stuffed. I couldn’t be arsed cooking, and I couldn’t even be arsed going out for food, so I picked up the phone and ordered Indian. The minimum delivery order is like $25, but I figured I’d get two dishes so there’d be enough left for lunch today. Lucky I did too - John came over for a Sopranos hit of two episodes and shared the vast quantities of food with me.

Last day of the week. Booya. Leyton’s got some place on Caloundra booked for us to trash, so that’s where I intend to be mostly. Godez gets here tomorrow, but he’s got some conference thingy that will take most of his time this first week, I predict.

Now, Caloundra is a nice place, and perfectly suited to my current frame of mind. We must remember to take the fireworks and giggle like school children as we run from the law enforcement officials trying to beat our mirthmaking out of us. Remember that, Glenn and Lara? The cross-country Mission Impossible Great Escape?

Word of the Day: Cavil v. To find fault unnecessarily; raise trivial objections.

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