Nothing to Write Home About

Hey.
Been busy as hell lately. The boring kind of busy. Working at a new job in a cafe and I'm getting a ton of shifts, which is pissing off Spunky cos it means that we havn't spent an entire day together for over a week.

Then we finally DO get to spend time together, and my phone is on silent after work, and then I miss three calls from my mother. Turns out my grandmother is sick. As in hospital tests sick. Fan fucking tastic. Nothing like a Christmas illness to put things in perspective.

Went out to the Gin Palace in Melbourne. The place rocks. Its just a nice, chilled out lounge, lots of seats and sofas, dimly lit. A great place to hang out with your friends, chat, and blow cash on expensive alcahol. I was very nicely drunk after 2 long island iced teas and a black russian. A fun night of chatting, bitching etc. Spunky had to work untill midnight, but frankly I think I learned more from other people cos he wasn't there.