Got back from Ori­ent Point last night at about 10.30 or some equally respectable time (felt like a really short trip despite near-disasters with lack-of-petrol, etc., made much less stressful/long thanks to an iPod shuf­fle clearly pow­ered by the Energi[s/z]er bunny, good con­ver­sa­tion, and shared dri­ving load). Was awe­some, fea­tur­ing lots of con­sole action, a bit of mud, a lot of water ear­lier in the week, a lot of water in a boat after cer­tain peo­ple (see pho­tos referred to later in post) cap­sized a canoe, Kahlua (straight, with ice-cream, with vodka, milk, and I’m sure there were other vari­ants), mod­er­ate quan­ti­ties of Taboo, a few hours of DVDs, sun­set on the head­land look­ing over water (yes, even on Australia’s east coast. I love rivers.), alter­nately good and okay food (few dis­as­ters, I’m pleased to report!), and a not-quite com­plete absence of Inter­net (only by GPRS when we were try­ing to get some­thing work­ing ear­lier in the week).

Am now sick. (Not very sick, just annoying-cold-sick). Sick­ness was prob­a­bly brought on by late nights etc., but it’s not like sleep wasn’t had… plenty of sleep was had, just at slightly, errr… skewed hours. Plus other peo­ple made me sick but I timed it well so I wasn’t sick whilst away. *nods* Too many dis­eased clouds (aside: that so eas­ily becomes dis­eased clowns, which is all fun and games until you go a step fur­ther: deceased clouds (rain) or deceased clowns (black com­edy). Words are fun. (Apolo­gies if I used them to annoy any­one too much dur­ing the week (seri­ously (I like brackets))).

Last night was going to be early (after an expe­di­ent trip home) then became late as some wed­ding party rehearsal (the wed­ding was this morn­ing) locked them­selves out and I went to let them back in (should have been a quick trip but I stayed to setup var­i­ous stuff for a bit). Meh! Then I didn’t get to sleep for ages because of not-being-able-to-breathe bad­ness. I kept wak­ing up and finally gave up and ended up get­ting out of bed at about 6.30 this morn­ing… yeeeu­u­uc­c­chhh. Yeah, what­ever, I don’t care if you nor­mally wake up at that time. It’s that ver­sus 9.00-ish to 11.00-ish every morn­ing for the pre­ced­ing week, so twas e’er so slightly painful. And now I’m exhausted (pre­dictably), and plan on sleep­ing in until about 11am tomor­row morning.

Whilst that’s hap­pen­ing, hope­fully 750-odd MB will be trick­ling up onto Flickr. Since I started writ­ing this (prob­a­bly twenty min­utes to half an hour) I’ve done 8 pho­tos (~2.55MB each)… poor com­puter :( Gonna be a long night for it! Ah well… Tel­stra is being retarded this month (still capped speeds despite not offi­cially being capped accord­ing to its site, etc. Must call up and whine exten­sively.) so I’m gonna use it any­way, because uploads aren’t capped (speed-wise, even if they retardedly-count-towards-quota). I could alter­na­tively upload at work (== iiNet ADSL2+ == no upload quota == fast) on Mon­day but I’m afraid I’m too impa­tient for that. Plus I *heart* kflickr and abhor their (Flickr’s) Win­dows uploader tool (fuploader it should be called, which makes a sound sus­pi­ciously like a belly-flop does (“fup”/“thwup”/“thwack”/*blood splat­ter*). F stands for FAILURE.)

Speak­ing of quo­tas and the like, how much mucus (I could swear that is spelt incor­rectly) do you think it’s pos­si­ble for a per­son to pro­duce per day? I’m so sure I’m over quota right about now. Hope­fully this means I’ll run really quickly through this cold and be capped by tomor­row! Hehe­hehe. Insert elab­o­rate metaphor about run­ning noses and de… what’s the word? Some drug. Does stuff with colds. What­ever… point is I dis­like cold + flu drugs. They make me drowsy and I for­get to take them and you’re not meant to mix them with alco­hol… err hi. I mean… Oper­ate heavy machin­ery. Yes, that.

Good week. Pho­tos com­ing soon.

Tags: australia, east coast, heavy machinery, iPod, okay food, Taboo, Telstra, uploader tool, Windows