Millionaire
Sometimes things becoming “real” is the first time they become scary. I’ve still got an enormous amount of work to do before my trip to the USA, and today I came to the realisation that I’m going in 9 days. That, for all intents and purposes, is one week. That’s soon.
Went home early yesterday for a lie-down, not feeling particularly well, and feeling particularly exhausted. I had a nice lie down, and I eked out one more meal from our empty refridgerator. Glenn and Lara had provided me with spices for my birthday, and one of them sounded particularly good with a vegetarian lilt, so that became dinner. Blacky would’ve objected, I think … but he was going out for dinner anyway. I made a vegetarian Moroccan Tangine. I could even make it again, but instead of being “vegetarian” it would be “carrot”, because carrots and onions are all we’ve got left.
Had just settled down for a long nights sleep at 8pm, when Snod rang. Was good to talk to him, ended up yakking for about an hour and a half. Then there was a standup comedy show on the ABC, so watched that. Cut a long story short, my early night was actually, in comparison, a late night. Will I never learn? This morning was tough … but Snod had reminded me to check my letterbox for the card he’d sent for my birthday. Also found this month’s issue of Men’s Health there, which contained a protein bar for breakfast.
Today I had lunch with Leyton. Tonight is soccer. I must message Tim to find out the details that I’ve already forgotten.
Oh, a place in my complex downstairs went for auction today. Dad’s finding out how much was bid on it for me. I’m hoping a million dollars.