My mac has canned itself, so I need something to use for mainly writing my freelance stuff & watching series.

Know of anyone wanting to sell? Or review their products? Send them my way please.

Thanks to Gtribe, who kindly sent Jon and I comp tickets to watch The Shaolin Monks Wheel of Life Kung Fu show at Monte Casino last night.

I raced home to feed the felines, hop in the shower and chuck on some semi decent clothes fit for the Teatro theatre, I was really excited – I love live performances. When I got to Jon’s house, he was already dressed and waiting for me, with a (woolies assisted) home cooked meal (his first, made especially for me). We had a quick dinner, he had a mild heart attack while I smoked on the balcony and delayed his usual Hurry Up & Wait strategy.

I’m a pickerer.  I pick at everything.  Loose hairs, skin, scabs, fluff on shirts, other people’s persons, you name it, I pick at it.  My face is usually in a bad state because I’ll find one tiny little mark and pick, pick, pick until its an angry mountain of shame shining off my chin.

At the check in counter on Friday evening, the stupid woman accused me of being pregnant because I walked up to her with my bag covering my tummy.  She instantly killed my flying mojo and I found myself sucking in my tummy until I touched down in Durban an hour later.

I beat my brothers by sixty points at 10pin bowling.  Sure, one of them has been shot in the brain before and the other was about a millionty seven beers in, but I beat them fair and square.