Wish Me Luck

So I found (and felt) another huge gash across my thumb. Didn't even feel anything until the wound re-opened when I came in contact with lemon juice while cooking just now. It's a result of another silly accident at dinner on Saturday over at a friend's place. Knocked my glass of wine against another and that shattered the latter, splashing red wine all over her cream-coloured carpet. Nice. I offered the cleaning bill to be sent to me. So yes, I s'pose that could be considered the most expensive glass of wine I've ever had.

"Yesterday, London and Madrid. Tomorrow Los Angeles and Melbourne." This message has been splashed across every paper and TV channel. I am in Melbourne today and in LA this weekend. It's not that I am worried or afraid or anything, despite the streak of bad luck that I have been (seemingly) having lately. It's just that the sheer coincidence got my attention. It won't put a damper on my mood either, as it's beyond my control. If it is my time to go, then it's my time to go. It seems like the people around me are more concerned for me than me for myself. It's funny how numbed I am when it comes to such things.

Went for Angie Hart's gig last night at Manchester Lane again, except this time she came in the form of Holidays On Ice, her new band. It was great, although the whole experience was kinda surreal, not to mention somewhat depressing. It must be the ambience combined with her voice. I watched her exactly eight months ago (that's also the period of time between the two gigs by Finn Brothers, but anyway), and back then, I can't wait to move in to my current place. Now, all I can say is I can't wait to move out. It's nothing personal with regards to Paul, I still think he's a swell guy. It's simply Collingwood and everything else associated with it. Speaking of which, I was at my "favourite" Safeway earlier on doing grocery shopping and it seems like all the hobos and deros came out to play today. The whole experience was both amusing and otherwise. Well, at least I finally mastered the trick to opening up those pesky tear-and-go plastic bags. Just start from the corners. Yeah, it took me this age to figure out something so simple like that.

The boss is back, and I have much to take care of before the week ends. Well, at least he is happy with the work I have done these few weeks while he was away. Old habits die hard. I am talking about myself here. Took apart the dry-air unit for the cryo-system to fit in a new part, but was to damn lazy to put it all back together. It took me a while to actually get enough motivation and strength to get down to it and make it one piece again. Just like when I was kid, always eager to pour the Lego pieces out and spent hours building stuff, but just couldn't be bothered to keep them away, leaving hundreds of pieces all over the floor. This was the exact scene in the X-ray room today. Very nice.

My shoulders and thighs are still stiff from the strenuous session of squash I had yesterday. I am definitely signing up for more private coaching, despite how exhausting and costly it is. I am actually looking forward to that. Afterall, squash is the only sport I play, or should I say, can play.

Tried watching '2046' earlier on but the disc can't be played at all. Well, it may as well be that way actually.

I s'pose I will do the last episode of 'Lost' then, or finish reading 'Three Dollars'. Hopefully I don't get that stupid dream again with me pimping my girlies for three bucks each to bogan truckies. Absolute crap.