things. they do thing stuff.

* Fire drill this morning. All the way down the firestairs, half of the flight of steps did not have backs to them. Y'know, they had the whole 'step' part, but nothing behind where your heel would go. I hate that. alasen knows People know how much I hate that.

* No choc sprinkles at Gloria Jeans! The sprinkles are the best part! And the girl was mean when I asked if there were any. Bogarting the sprinkles, man. Not cool. ::peers glumly into her sprinkle-less iced chocolate::

* I just entered a raffle and a guessing comp. $100 prize for the raffle and if I guess the closest to the number of seasonal coloured m&m's they had that huge-ass jar, all of them could be mine! I could get very, very sick eating 3012 m&m's. That is of course, if there are 3012. Otherwise I am saved from that fate.

* My bag is very heavy today, as I am going directly to the House of Fen this arvo, not passing go, not collecting $200. In my bag is my baby(sometimes known as the Rick the Temp iBook), cords for my baby, books to return to erilyn, some dvds, a cd, a video tape, my regular crap in the front pocket, my cd case, and I don't know, maybe a brick? That sounds about right. Heavy.

* Triple J was asking people, if you had $80 million dollars to draft anyone to do something for you, what person would you draft and what would you have them do? My G rated answer, as told to Boss Type Guy, was that I would get John Williams to compose a theme for me(I'm talking 1980!John Williams, not crappy now!John Williams) and hire the London Symphony Orchestra to play it everytime I entered a room. That would be impressive. Most impressive.