I passed 500 posts recently, with little fanfare. Actually, with none.

I am exhausted, by some thing more than others. For example, on Friday night, I fell asleep fully clothed and couldn't be woken, shaken, or stirred for 12 hours.

Last week I almost fell asleep on the train twice, and that is bad, because falling asleep on the train means ending up in the western suburbs. I'm sure you can understand: that is a bad outcome.

I drank too much wine, and made the mistake of answering my phone out of work hours. And I keep fucking things up at work. Really stupid small things, that shouldn't actually be mistakes, but become them when tensions are running high. Did I mention the wine?

I have been feeling rough, and fat, and snippy, and easily tearful, and the last couple of weeks have passed without my having much to show for it. Mostly, I have been mind numbingly, bone wearingly tired. And for some reason my head is really, really itchy.

It could be that I am facing post-holiday unphoria, or it could be that it's time to become a flight attendant. I have relinquished my credit card to a higher power (though it has been used for emergency hay purchasing and the like.. and maybe also a necklace and some perfume... it's been rough, ok?!), and am comforting myself with internet window shopping. It's unfufilling.

Here it is. A photo I took once of someone else's fanfare. Sparklers and champagne, and weather so warm my eyeballs were dehydrating. I don't really like the heat, even if it is New Year's Eve.



I am going to take a small break from all this blogging about nothing. What's the point if there's nothing much to say?

I shall return soon, with a story about tomatoes. I am growing some on top of the BBQ (currently the only safe place..cf. bunnies).

Do stay tuned, won't you?

Yesterday, I had to walk 1.5 km in 10 cm heels because of a navigational error on my part. It was 2 in the afternoon, we hadn't eaten lunch, and it was a tad too warm to be wearing stocking.

I think I had only myself (and google maps) to blame. I mean...google maps probably not so much, because had I checked my email, then I wouldn't have typed in the wrong address...it was like the time we tried to find the hospital at Macquarie, only to discover that:

a. following a bus I remembered taking once, 2 years earlier, is not the best way to reach the desired destination.
b. Macquarie Hospital and Macquarie Private Hospital are not the same thing. And the former is either a mental institution or some kind of correctional facility, judging by the garden...

We hadn't had lunch that time either.

I'm not allowed to navigate anymore.

And also I think I have broken a bone in my foot. Stupid shoes.

Ok, so there's this guy who works at Pet Barn in Alexandria who says that he can trance any bunny. I don't think he can.

Stay with me here....

For some reason, when you lay a bunny on its back, it goes into a kind of coma. A somnolent state. Catatonia. Rabbitonia.

Call it what you will. I'm pretty sure the technical term is trance though.

Apparently you can do it with chickens too, but I've no great interest in finding out first hand.

When Binky was a baby, she was a squirmy little biatch. I was scared that I would accidentally kill her, and so I didn't really handle her as much as I should have. Some bunnies just don't like cuddles, and she is one of them. In spite of the many youtube videos I watched, the websites I read, Binky would not trance. I tried stroking her nose. I tried stroking her cheeks. I blew gently on her whiskers (really, I did), to no avail.

Binky does not trance.

She can be subdued by wrapping in a bunny burrito, but even then, it often ends badly. Hah, and that fool at Pet Barn reckons he stands a chance!


Even though Mochi now weighs 1.5kg, she was just a little tiny thing when I first got her. She was a little more socialised too, so picking her up was not the same ordeal as it was with Binky. She is more of a cuddler too; once she got so cuddly and comfortable resting on my belly, inside my polar fleece, that she forgot herself and piddled all over me. Moral is, she was much easier to handle than Binky.

Currently, Mochi is blowing her baby coat and going through puberty, so she's being a little fat bastard with very sharp claws and a bad attitude (she drew blood today, on a very uncomfortable part of my upper body), but until recently, she could be tranced.



It's quite possibly the most ridiculously cute thing you'll ever see. I hope she gets over puberty soon so that we can play this game again!