*sigh*

It's no good.  I can't concentrate.  I'm buggered.  Absolutely exhausted.  I haven't done anything mind.  Just tired.

Perhaps I can't sleep cos of all the stuff I still have to do around the house?  Of course the realization that I'm going to be in California next week as a Best Man is a tad scary.  What the bloody hell am I supposed to say?  *shrug*  Worry about it later ;)

Getting the car fixed at least.  Total cost $1600, $500 deductible and no car payment.  All good :)  Next I have to get my hair primped.  I hate this.. Why can't it just all fall out?  I have a tuft at the front that doesn't grow in as fast as the rest of it.  So eventually - a couple of months at this rate - I'm going to look like Art Garfunkel!  Alright.  I just had a look at him to remind myself.  It can't get that bad.  I won't bloody well let it!  Ha!

I'm really starting to look forward to the party though.  All the women from work keep sticking there heads into my office - yeah they stuck me in an office.  It's easier for "them" to track me down that way.  So the women from work stick there heads in and ask what I'd like em to bring.  I'm sittin' there, like, what?  Oh?  "What kind of food should you bring!",  *shrug*  "How the freakin' hell should I know?!"

Told ya tired and grumpy.  One of me m8t's is coming round to help fix the garage cos he's having someone round his place.  There trying to sell it so he doesn't want to be there to hear them critiquing the place.  Don't blame him, but I just came back from there and it was really nice.

Going now to change the tape and maybe call my Dad.  Or get some caffeine.  Somethin'.