get ready peeps . . . i'ze in the mood for the mother of all rants
* that I f***ed up the dates for my car rego and insurance so royally that consequently it has now lapsed and I am essentially carless
* that my hublet is just about ready to kill me . . . and ^ is just the icing on the *happy marriage* cake
* that I am trying to recitfy this situation on line and every bloody site, from my bank, to the insurance company and the rta site are all telling me they are currently unavailable
* that I keep missing the *classic rock riff* thing on triple m so my chances of winning tix to see the lads in LA this year are still frickin' zero . . . well failing a lotto win
* that my chances of seeing the lads anytime in the forseeable future are zero - full stop
* that it is p***ing down rain for the third morning in a row which means no big butt burning walk again
* that the lack of exercise, and associated adrenalin rushes, is contributing to the essentially foul week I am having
* that my other, umm,
exercise outlet
would rather watch Survivor
* that stupid winter time clock winding backedness is messing with my sleep cycles and no amount of herballness and meditation is clearing it
* that stupid winter time clock thing has messed up time zone diffs so I keep missing all my fun friends on line
* that my life, which felt fabulous a couple of days ago feels all small and stoooopid again
* that I am so delirious with fatigue that my perspective has completely disappeared and I am ranting like a lunatic here over stuff that in a few days time will seem completely irrelevant and inconsequential and I am going to come off sounding like a spoiled little princess when I usually try to keep all princessy behaviour well and truly in check
< is now going to go and kick a tree or punch a pillow or throw something
/end of rant