Friday

Anyway, so I woke up at 11:10 or something, after having slept from 4 pm the previous day till quarter past midnight; then staying awake coughing till my muscles hurt, then sleeping from about 4 till then, realised that the French program was on, and FINALLY getting a chance to listen to the French program.
Then Mum was fretting about getting me to a doctor, because of my coughing fit.
Brunch was bocconcini, roughly chopped, with bolognese (with bacon) sauce and basil on a halved roll. As in halved along the length. Tasty.
Then I watched "Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief" from a copy made by Alexandra's friend's mum (who has also been Mum's friend since they met), which had Korean subtitles, till 3, when I got changed in anticipation that Mum would take me to the doctor's. I knew the booking was at 5, but...yeah. (that means I've been wearing this for 10 hours. No wonder it's got stains.
So then, we get lost when we go to the doctors at West Ryde (because the doctors at Carlingford Court were fully booked and Mum forgot how to get there and what the address was) and we end up waiting for 45 minutes and I found myself watching "Millionaire: Hot Seat", which I despise.
As I was watching, I found out that the name of Porntip the elephant's baby's called Mali now. BUT WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS WOULD NAME AN ELEPHANT FREAKING "PORNTIP"?!
And then we went and bought medicine at the pharmacy in Carlingford Village, and I see that they sell my old variety of Impulse, which I'm running out of. But Mum lets me buy hand sanitiser, at the very least.
And then we get home, I'm all eager to post, then Dad gets it in his mind to permanently fix the Ethernet cables in place because the WiFi fails. And to make the place "neater".
So then, I eat a bowl of Neapolitan ice cream with 100's and 1000's at 1am IN THE FREAKING MORNING, because Dad was busy with cables. That. Is. Freaking. AWESOME.
And then I've basically been posting/messing with WMA since.
Ooh, and don't forget massemailing the whole of Anu's notes' mailing list combined with my contacts to give them desperately-needed information for the Ag exam on Tuesday. Which I haven't started studying for yet.
Oh, and what kind of guy orders the first people in a manned hot-air balloon flight to be criminals, only to be talked out of it? And I have to write this guy for my novel? At least the balloon looks cool. Here it is.

I say, that's a damned nice balloon.