Despite yesterday's pumped-up-edness, I've got a bad attack of the blahs today. I'm not sure what's wrong but lately I don't seem to be able to sleep for more than five hours at a time. That doesn't make for a happy me.

I had a few drinks with friends last night then felt really nauseous and had to come home but, instead of going to bed, I pottered around until 2.00 am then I woke up at 7.00 this morning. I decided to head to the market. It bugs me no end later in the day when the market is overcrowded, especially the old ladies with their trolleys. So I got in and out with no fuss, no muss at 8.30 this morning, picking up some special treats - pumpkin gnocchi that I might have for dinner tonight and two bunches of flowers - red roses and white rumnuculus (sp?).

A few posts ago, I talked about how disappointed I felt because my family is going to be in Melbourne next weekend for my birthday but instead of going out with me they were doing football-related activities.

I spoke to my sister this morning and told her that I was very pissy that they would give their football-related activities priority over me. She was like, "what?" and I explained. Seems we had crossed wires. Her and my other sister had been thinking of staying in Melbourne for the whole week so when she was talking about doing things on the Saturday night she hadn't meant next Saturday but the Saturday after that. She was amazed that I'd even think that she would ditch me on my birthday.

I think a nap is in order then maybe some exercise, a nice dinner then a movie.