[m i a o w] the cat

Had dinner last night at Chez Honeybone where guest of honour was the rather affable Ken Bruen who’s been in Australia gracing the Sydney Writer’s Festival with his presence. Here’s Cam, Chris, Ken & Moi:

Today was supposed to be the day where I do a months worth of work in eight solid hours, after which I would have the weekend to recover (and work on the website project I’m doing for Women’s Health West) and then come in on Monday to tart it all up in preparation for the reappearance of the boss on Tuesday. Did I get one thing done? No. Was it my fault? Actually, no. The person, O, that I share the office with, had a super-deadline this afternoon and I had to spend all day proofing and editing the bloody thing. So now I’m going to be here til god knows when. Well, until my conscience lets me go home…which, at this rate, will be in the wee hours. What a fun Friday night. My third last one in Melbourne.
[Clutches head and goes into panic spasms.]
I need to buy a trailer, I need to buy a trailer.