Dumbday Afternoon

You'd think after spilling soy sauce all over my white top and cream trousers at lunchtime, and spending the rest of the day smelling like a japanese bento meal - looking like an expressionist's experiment with neutral use of negative shapes - I'd have a story to tell. Especially when you consider I realised I had forgotten to pay the Wilson Car Park Earlybird Special this morning and had to part with $29 to liberate my vehicle from the clutches of the evil carpark to go home, my dander would be up enough to rant a blog.

You'd think.