So tired
February 21st 2003 -
Tired
Took the afternoon off work today, ’cause my mum had just arrived for a quick overnight visit. Yay! She’s here now – we’re about to head off to Anna’s parent’s place for dinner. Then tomorrow is my birthday lunch thing, which is looking increasingly like it won’t be a hangi (Anna called to get permission this time, and it’s fine, but the weather isn’t.)
Busy. Tired.
Birthday
So yesterday was my 33rd birthday, happy birthday to me, and eh, it was OK. Went out to dinner at “Bogarts”, a cool restaurant in Glebe and got thoroughly stuffed and quite unable to sleep so I sat up reading “The Office” scripts, available from all good ABC bookstores. Funny. Good. Glad I read the scripts rather than watching it, as I just can’t stand watching embarassing comedy, of which this is an excellent example.
A curious note. Whenever I watch embarassing comedy, I find it a great deal easier to watch if I look through a hole that I make with my fingers (OK, this itself is a source of embarassing comedy, muchly amusing to Anna, which is another reason I do it). It only just hit me the other day that this is a very simple, obvious mechanism to remove myself from the scene. The reason I dislike embarassing humour, on the whole, is that I imagine myself in the situation. It’s a little pathetic that framing the screen with my fingers makes it easier to cope with.