tv is the root of all evil. especially when you’re trying to work on a finance project. (man, do i ever hate finance…).
yesterday i missed the perfect photo op. it’s sunny, warm, bright blue sky and on the train coming back from school there’s a 20 something in his khaki’s falling asleep on the train. curled up in his seat, head against the window, hugging a book. what’s the book? that 7 habits of highly effective people one. 
i’ve been sick for the past week. everyone and their mother has had this flu/cold thing in melbourne and finally last week i started to get it. the worst was saturday. i could barely swallow, constantly eating throat lozenges at work. had a glass of tea when i left and every sip made me cringe. couldnt sleep sat nite b/c i couldnt breathe and felt like i was going to die. spent the entire day in bed sunday. drinking lots of rosehip tea with garlic cloves and honey. popping all sorts of meds.
this wknd is the grand final – the superbowl equiv for aussie footy. i’m headed out of town. i would have ended up working anyway and not doing anything footy related but i decided i needed some time away and relaxation – esp w this cold. so it’s a roadtrip out along great ocean road. i’m very excited.
ok. back to finance.