Chuckler’s Musings

Hey everyone … I know that it’s Sunday and probably a bunch of you will be too disconnected from the webiverse to read this update until you sit at your desk tomorrow, but I’ve got some free time, and I feel like ablogging. Suckas.

It’s very exciting, you know. This Thursday, Glenn and I are officially a year older. Can you believe it? I’ll be 29. My god, 29. I remember when 18 felt years away. Now I’m closer to being 36 than I am to being 18. There’s some truly amazing maths for you, folks.

I like the internet, I think that’s no secret. Particularly I like stumbling upon a new site that I really like (whether it be a webcomic, a blog or whatever) and reading it TO DEATH.  At the moment I have stumbled across a few beauties that I am enjoying no-end: I Don’t Think It’s Going To Rain (caps are the author’s, not mine) and Brianna’s Random Access Babble. I think the first also displayed this link-worthy but not COMPLETELY work-safe article: 9 Words That Don’t Mean What You Think They Mean (again, caps are the author’s.) The non-work-safe-ness warnging is due to random bikini pics for no apparent reason.  NOT THAT I’M COMPLAINING.

Yesterday I enjoyed a good sulk. I dragged myself to the gym, despite not really wanting to go, and 20 minutes in, I fell on the treadmill and gave myself the mother of all scrapes. Nobody else was in the gym at the time, but I was still quite … shat off. How dare the gym do this to me? I didn’t even want to GO! So I cut the session short, went straight to 7-11 (which the Thai’s abbreviate to “7″) and bought bread to make a PB&J, and a bottle of milo and a banana cake. This was my sulky dinner.

This afternoon I am cooking Mum’s famous Chicken Custard. I was supposed to do it yesterday, but the sulk overtook me.