the hunter, not the hunted

last night was the cast party for the witches. it was fun. i was (mostly) sober, but only because i had to drive home later. i shared the love of the "milky milk" and got several cast members drunk. then we pulled out the black russians. then there was the music. and the fire. and the boobies. all in all: not too bad a cast party. apparently there were more boobies after i left, which is either "just my luck - [ sigh ]" or "just my luck - [ phew ]". i am undecided as to which.

the cast party marks the end of a less than wholly pleasant experience, which i have previously documented. i'm pleased that it's over, and am looking forward to not directing for a while. i need a break. in actual fact, i need a holiday: from everything. i'm looking at photos of places i've been and places i've never been and thinking "gosh it would be lovely if i could just take a week, maybe two, and bugger off somewhere and relax. forget about everything, everyone, and just be by myself for a while". of course, that's never going to happen. "never" may not exactly be the word i'm looking for, but it's close enough.

just looking for more 'experiences' to write songs about i guess. mind, i have a pile of material from the past week or two i could easily use...but haven't been able to yet. sometimes there just aren't enough words to describe the feelings and happenings. [ sigh ]

ugh. my head feels like it's full of cottonwool. everything is covered in this 'romantic' white light filter with softened edges and my eyes are heavy all the time. i hate sinus infections. i might try and find a corner and hide in it in an attempt to nap it off or something. likelyhood of this happening? slim to nil, leaning heavily on the "nil" side of "slim".

til next....
~Kits~ (snot monster of doom in the making)

would anyone know the chances of disputing an infringement notice where a detail concerning the colour of the car is wrong. for example: the notice states the car to be a BLUE sedan, when in fact the car is clearly a SILVER sedan. no other information is deemed incorrect.

/curiosity

in other non legal news:

the monkey is quite ill. spent almost 24hours straight without sleep looking after him as a continuously vomited. a brief trip to emergency last night got us nowhere as we were quite quickly forgotten about amidst the hordes of other concerned parents with their sickly kiddlies. he appears much better today, but still quite lethargic and not quite ready for solid food. but, i'm pleased that he's keeping his fluids down at least, so he's filling himself up on that. not sure what it is, but rumour around the emergency waiting room was a hint of gastric virus sneaking its way underneath the the heightened flu sensors. there was a little girl who had the exact same symptoms as the monkey, and she was sent home before we got a chance to be considered again. so we just upped and took the monkey home. seems to have been a good idea, as he's not as stressed as he would have been had we stayed.

oh well,must return to my coffee and hope the printer is up to task, finally.

til next....
~Kits~ (a head full of puss and feeling like crap)

well, i've managed to score myself an uncomfortable case of tendinitis in my left wrist. this leaves me wrapped in a brace, rubbing goo all over it and eating nurofen for the inflammation. it also means i have the most boring job at work. ugh.
on an up note, i don't have to pay for any of the medical or medicinal expenses :) even the klms spent to get to and from the doctor next week are paid for :) i almost love coles.

i don't know what this is going to mean for the future of my nightfill 'career', perhpas it gives me a decent case to argue a transfer to a daytime department where the workload is less heavy lifting and more something else. think i might wait until my permanent part-time status is actually put through (that's a complicated scenario that is) before i start making those sorts of waves. until then, i have to try and not aggravate this stupid wrist tendon. ugh.

why couldn't it have been my knee, or my ankle, or a piece of my torso or face threatening to decompose and fall of? why my bloody wrist? i NEED that wrist. thats my fretboard hand, and i need the flexibility. yeah. things are looking oh so fabulous for my music now. not that they were looking particulalry brilliant to start with...

ugh. stupid negative thoughts. stupid cynic. stupid stupid. guh

til next....
~Kits~ (if you want me, i'll be in the corner ignoring the caffiene withdrawal)

oh please kill me now.

tonights rehearsal is going to be *great*.
attempting to play guitar while hacking parts of lung and throat onto everyone.
and not be able to apologise for it because it would appear that my vocal chords were coughed out at some point yesterday afternoon.

could this week get any worse?
yes, it probably could.
we'll just have to wait and see what happens next.

til next....
~Kits~ (cold coffee even hurt, not the swallowing, the liquid itself)

just so people know: I still hate cunterlink.

other news: seafood fest on sunday was great! it rained during RUSSELL CROWEs' set. his band is a whole lot of ordinary, with very little fear (of god). will he ever get over the TOFOG thing?

something new: i have a shiny new mobile fone courtesy of my provider. it's black and so light it practically floats! i love VODAFONE.

something 'different':i went to the chemist and got some nasal spray to try and help with my sinuses, only to develop a sinus infection before getting a chance to use it. i now feel ten shades of crap and twelve shades of 'bleh'. and the lethargy and shakes are a new part of this scenario. i hate my head.

where's the gravy boat?: i expressed interest in casual employment with UQ library today. with any luck they'll call and offer me a job in the next six months and hire me because i'm a: not a student, b: definitely not feral (see a:) and c: brilliant!

eggplant: connect the dots with a small tool in the employ of a midget.

til next....
~Kits~ (welcome to the non ratings period)

the worst part about being domestic and giving the house a good makeover, is that i can't sing along to the girly tunes i've got playing because i've got either laryngitis, or severely strained vocal chords. either way, it sounds like i'm a 'singing phone sex worker'.

til next....
~Kits~ (getting sweaty)