[m i a o w] the cat

The gig last night at the Tote was pretty haphazard. Our drummer pulled out yesterday morning as he had to take his girlfriend and new baby home from the hospital - so Chris, Mung and I cranked out some songs minus the beats, plus a couple of [bilby] numbers as a practice for the show this Friday night. Lisa and Dennis turned up, and I seemed to get a lot of beer bought for me. I knew the night would take on an alcohol tinged spiral when, early on in the night, I asked Chris where her car was so I could put my luggage in it - she looked evil and confessed that we would be getting a taxi back to her house. I pretty much knew that it was all over - there’s only one main reason for doing such a thing and it is directly to do with TOO MUCH BEER. So, on top of my cold, too much beer was the last thing I needed. Then I found out that Chris wasn’t even working today, whereas I had to drag my butt out of bed at 7am. Thus, my boss, having not seen me for two months, took one look at me and said, “you look wrecked”.
I couldn’t argue. I said that my cold had not improved over the weekend and that I thought a bit more sleep might put me right…so….am going home in a few minutes to tend to my sore sad smuffy head. It’s all my own fault. Argh. I need slllllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeppppp.
[snore]

Poor M has not been having such a good time up north all on his own. Besides not having any like-minded friends up there he has been plauged by extraordinary thunderstorms, one of which zapped the power points in the study on Saturday night. One (possibly) bad thing is that he has become addicted to tracking the storms on the Bureau of Meteorology website and thus is able to see exactly how bad they are and when they are going to hit! I don’t know whether this is a good thing - but at least he gets time to bring the cats inside so they can be out of the thick of it and also provide some furry comfort (when not cowering behind the couch).