Been A While

Yeah, sorry about that.
But the christmas lazys have come over me.
Well not the lazys so much as the doing so much that I am to tired and want to relax in the time I have.
Will say that last night I watched "Flight Of The Phonix". The new version.
My 7 odd grands worth of surround sound puts out heaps off base.
The Bean Couch (ok so that is another story I could have told, "The aquireing of the Bean Couch" definatly would have become an instant classic.) I was sitting on was rummbling with every gust and crash of the plane. Very cool.
But I don't thnk my down stairs neighbour was very impressed. Oh well it was only for about 10min.

Hopefully I will get my shit together and write more soon.

Lazy Sunday

Everyone has there own definition.
Mine involved 5 hours of computer games (in front of a fan because it was feckin hot)
Meanwhile down at the ranch, I still managed to do some washing, the washing up and wash my car.
Nice.
And then to a movie in the botanic gardens.
It was Ten Canoes. I thought I would be bored but I actually enjoyed it. Good movie.
I think I was told "They don't win awards for no reason." But I don't trust movie critics.
But a good and restful Sunday.

Must pull my finger out and post the rest of my holiday journal.
Oh well. To lazy.
Hey I am Sloth, so deal with it.

Drinking Fun

Well Saturday night found me sitting by myself on my couch (my normal state of buisness). I felt very slothful and felt like a tasty beverage, alcamaholic to be sure.

So I ordered chinese food and went to the bottle-o to get the grog.

After being distracted by the girly drinks, but deciding that cordial was not what I wanted, I pull out some can of premix burbon out of the fridge.

On to the chinese food. And home to the comfort of the couch.

Pull out a stubbie holder and crack open a can. Nice.
Chinese food gone with little to no breathing. Nice.

Now to relax, finish off the first can and make a start on the second.

Get a message to pick up my flat mate, who was massively drunk. And being the person I am I go.
But in the car I think, "Gee I feel drunk, I can't be drunk, I've only had one and a half cans of burbon, Surely I'm not that much of a Cadburies. Oh well I will just have to concentrate then."

So I go and return with my flatmate. He crawls into bed and I return to my couch and burbon. Two cans down, and on to the third. Nice.

11pm and I need to get some sleep. Full day tomorrow so to sleep I go.
Lying down on the bed, the room starts to spin.
WHAT THE FUCK!

I only had three cans of burbon, I can't be this drunk. I only had three cans of burbon? I only HAD THREE CANS OF BURBON!!!
I cannot be this drunk. I cannot be this much of a Cadburies. You weak livered tea totaler. YOU ONLY HAD THREE CANS OF BURBON!
You are so soft.

I so have to check the strength of those can tomorrow.

ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz

Morning, no hangover feeling fine.

In to the kitchen I walk to confront my pain. Pick up one of my empties and have a look.

9% alcohol per volume. WOW thats a lot.

How many standard drinks?

2.7

WHAT THE.... 2.7, thats a SHIT load!

Fuck me. No wonder I was drunk.
8.1 standard drinks in about 3. Dam. No wonder I was fucked.

Ok I feel better now. At least I know why I had to hang on to the bed to get to sleep.

Health Food.

Menu for today (so far)

Strawberry Hubba Bubba
Orange Mint (Sugar free) Mentos Chewing Gum
Kytons Bakery Ginger Nut Biscuits

I am such a health freak. Two serves of fruit and two herbs.

And that is just before lunch.