chilung

Okay I'm still dutifully employed (much to my surprise) I'm still probably doing more than my fair share of work (which isn't), I still want to strangle my fellow temps, IIand my social life is so over the place, it looks like a piece of performance art, and I lost my mobile phone... but life isn't that bad. I've got cash in my pocket, I've negotiated with someone so I get my tuesday evenings off (I lose my fridays until further notice, but I've never been an early starter on a Friday night) so I get to dance classes again.

I still have the social skils of unwashed lepar, and the dutch courage of a piece of skin that's hanging loosely from said person, but hey I'll live, life doesn't change that much . Etc,Etc.

Had a meal in Icarusi II for the first time since I got the gluteny problem (reference point, place where I realised I had a problem with gluten), dragged Kylie and Owen along and had to sit outside for about half the meal, and wait around an hour for the pizzas, but with the exception of our mushroom pizza (still good) the rest was fantastic, not as perfect as when they're not busy, but still a damn good meal, not bad considering we were going out for Mexican (but the place was fully booked).