Alright so today I am hating on the world. I have PMT and I feel like someone is wringing out my insides very slowly. I’m bloated and spotty and my rational brain has packed up for a weeks vacation. At times like this I know why I joined that group “I secretly want to punch slow walking people in the back of the head” it’s like nice, sweet little h has been hijacked by some ranting, raving chocoholic psychopath.

Today was slow…. I mean I was literally counting my paperclips (4 yellow, 8 pink, 2 green, 1 white and a random rubber band). Property contracts are not normally what I would call riveting stuff, but at least it would be doing something!

So, cause it was a new job I tried desperately not to look at facebook, which I had succeeded in doing for the past week (though not without noticable withdrawals - I was creating make believe friends status updates in my head) I asked for work and was told “tomorrow, tomorrow”, so I asked for a half hour early mark and hit the town…

Generally I love the CBD and the buzz of commuters heading home. The whole concept is new to a little country town girl like me and I still get the thrill of being “one of the crowd”. The stores are open till late, food is sold off cheap and there’s a real buzz of energy. If you are happy to be pushed by the general crowd, as I usually am, it’s great, some of my best exploration has occurred simply by allowing myself to be corralled down some mall or underground alleyway, but today the whole thing just pissed me off. There were too many cars, too many people, the traffic lights took too long and pretty soon I was willing to clobber whoever came within like, a metre of me.

I should at this point realised that I should have simply gone home, but the masochist in me decided that I should stick around and get thoroughly more miserable…. a massively overpriced dress later and I was roaming around in that dangerous daze, credit card in hand eyeing off stuff that I really did not need (I mean, who really needs a cow print handbag priced at $500?) fortunately my hubby called me at this point and rescued me from the funk. I went home, and a pack of tim tams and a bubble bath later and I was feeling much more me!

Note: Tim Tams - Aussie biscuits… they are divine, with chocolate biscuit with soft cream in between and then covered in more chocolate. They are made with golden syrup in the mix and the result is fantastic… there are a zillion varieties, including my favs, the honeycomb crunch. They beat the pants off oreos as far as I am concerned!