I seem to be having post menstrual tension. Nature's Even Specialler Time!

*pets you* Eurgh. There are times when I'd be happy to trade in the option of procreating just to avoid the semi-regular "eurgh" times of the month.

This job has no upside at all (it's boring, it's way below my capabilities, the money's crap, it's in a terrible location, long commute, many etcs), but some days it GETS to me more than others, and today's one of those days. Plus summer's coming, so it's goodbye to the happy days of being able to hide acres of flab under huge big sweaters ...

I like summer. There's *color*. See, I don't know about you, but in Melbourne, the city is basically many black suit with occasional colourful shirts. In summer, there's more colour, there's pretty skirts, there's low cut tops... Yeah, the ease of perving offsets the fact that I no longer look good. *G*

However, I too get to watch Little City on Friday (I can watch it any time, of course, but it's different when it's on Real Telly). I shall console myself with that thought.

Ooooh. Real Telly! There is a definite coolness to Real Telly. We're both going by tape. (And you know the sad thing, I just hired this vid a fortnight ago. And yet, I have to watch it again. Mainly for the Kate line "If I'd spent that money on Kate she'd still be with me", which I swore was about Casey ("Kate she'd" and "Casey'd" sound *very* similar).