What a night it was. The city recorded over 2000 lightning strikes. M's dad was up for the night, helping M fix a few things around the house. We took him out to dinner before M went to his meeting. B and I drove home in his car, it wasn't till we reached the driveway that I realised that M had taken my house keys with him. M's meeting wouldn't finish to 9 pm so we decided to go to a cafe for coffee and cake. By the time we finished it was 9 ish, so we decided to head back home (did I mention it was raining by this time). M didn't get back till close to 10 pm. It was then we found out that Dog (who's terrified of thunder and lightning) was missing. Luckily after a frantic search of the property a nurse called M. She had found Dog wondering around near the weir and had picked him up on her way to work. M and his dad ended up driving to G's hospital to pick him up.

This morning I burnt my fingers making breakfast. I'm a bit frustrated with myself. I'd left the spoon near the pot and it took my sleep fogged mind a few painful seconds to realise that my fingers were burnt. But I was running late so I couldn't do much about it. I had trouble holding my pen today, since my thumb is all blistered up.

What type of world am I living in, when a man is bashed to death at an airport in front of eyewitnesses?

Bugger spent too much on work clothes today.

I am scarred for life.

I'm always one of the last to have lunch at work. Today however, when I walked ino the lunch room, the big boss's wife (T) and her sister (S) were in there (most of the the staff hate them, but I rarely have any dealings with them). They had the aircon on full blast and it was freezing. To make matters worse, S with her big saggy boobs wasn't wearing a bra and a thin see through, skin coloured T-shirt. Ahhh, my eyes.

I've got a non-contagious fungal infection...hence the exhaustion, fever and sore throat I've been suffering for the last few months. It's supposed to be a self-limiting infection, usually lasting up to six weeks...sometimes it can go on for months. Knowing my luck it'll be the latter for me.

I went to a shopping mall today (something that I have to be dragged kicking and screaming to). I tried to find a NAB ATM. Of course not knowing my way around it took about half an hour to find. Finally spotted one, then when I went to stick my card in, it wouldn't work. So I decided to use the Westpac ATM. They wanted to charge me $2.00 to use it, meanwhile another guy had stepped up to the NAB ATM and it worked. So out of principle I decided to take another shot at the NAB ATM. This time it accepted my card, but wouldn't let me withdraw any money.

Ahhh, I've got all these red marks all over my chest and stomach. I'm not sure if they're insect bites or something much worse!