Oh, yes, it's another Monday and I'm conserving space by chucking one entry after another after another onto this page. The weekend went far too quickly. After the pub on Friday and a wee bit of Pakuranga Plaza-ring, Saturday held my hair cut. My appointment card read: 11am 11/11/00. I had my hair cut short again. I feel much better - aerodynamically. My evening held a cruise up the Harbour to the Riverhead Pub for dinner then back to the Viaduct. Then off to a marvellous nightclub called Coast (very Freya when she come's back over) then home to bed. Rachelle and I were to see TitanAE at 12:30pm on Sunday so met at 10am for breakfast and books at Borders. I got the time wrong so we missed the movie and saw The Kid with Bruce Willis instead. I cried and cried. It was a good movie even with it's "oprah moments" (hugging your inner child). I love Bruce - this is not a secret.
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I don't seem to be spending much time online lately, [i just typed 'sex' significant?] especially in the weekends. I suppose that's a good thing, but it's a strange thing too.
My travel agent is on the job - we're organising the trip so I'll keep you posted on developments. I am so so looking forward to this in a terrified will-I-get-lost-and-miss-my-connecting-flight kinda way. I was thinking last night about taking a video camera with me. Of course I'll need a digital a Super8 won't do. (might have to do Michelle with around $3000 price difference between the two) (ok).
I have goosebumps. It's a bit chilly this morning - cardie weather. -- o o little Japanese women just came into the office selling sushi. Yum. I love it when food comes alookin' for me.