Born to be alive

Today I drove over the Westgate, through the Burnley tunnel, to Ikea, and procured a roast dinner at the roast kitchen in Kew before driving my stuff home and returning Pacman the flexicar! Go me!

I left out one important thing. I had a Wog Boy 2: Kings of Mykonos moment while driving over the Westgate. I imitated Steve who was singing along to "Born to be alive" by Patrick Hernandez while driving. Sadly, I wasn't in a Valiant Pacer, just a Honda Jazz. But the sentiment was there and that's what matters! Get the movie out, it's a scream. I love anything with Nick G or Vince Colosimo in it, hence why I have both Wog Boy movies, Underbelly uncut, and a few other obscurities on DVD.

On Tuesday I'm off to see my favourite band, MUSE, live in concert at Rod Laver Arena. I missed them in January at the Big Day Out in Auckland because my (then) stupid car decided to blow up on Christmas Eve and couldn't afford a ticket. So, when tickets went on sale on June 4, I snapped one up. I've had the ticket for over six months and I finally get to use it in three days. Hooray! At least there's no chance of my car blowing up on Christmas Eve this year, because I don't have one anymore. Ha, take that!

On Monday I hope to go back swimming. I haven't been able to train for weeks because of that stupid virus and I'm sick of sitting at home doing sweet nothing. I'll see how I go, I managed swim coaching today (but only just). I won't be racing next weekend which is annoying, and I bet the weather will be perfect just to spite me! I have decided to do my volunteer service next weekend at Race 2, so at least my conscience will be clear when I get to Race 3 - which I have already entered, by the way. Talk about organised.

Not much else to report, so I'm off to catch up on some pre-recorded Foxtel before I hit the hay.

Oh - actually, yes there is. I lose 1.6g this first week back on WW. HOORAY!!!

Ciao.