Tim Tams

by Purple Wyrm on April 2, 2003

So, what’s been going on over the last few weeks of intermittent posts on a variety of non-self referential subjects? Well, not a lot really.

About the most interesting thing I’ve done was head into the city with the family in order to see my cousin’s band. He’s the drummer for a blues/jazz/rock cover group who were doing a stint as the house band at an Italian restaurant in Northbridge, and the Aunts insisted that we all turn up to convince the owner that hiring them was a good idea. I can’t really see the logic myself – surely it’d be better to stagger all the friends and relatives over a period of a week or so than have a full house one night and half empty for the rest – but what do I know? ๐Ÿ™‚

Anyway they were pretty good. It was all covers (as I said) Steal my Kisses, Red Red Wine, Moondance, Black Magic Woman, stuff like that. Nothing spectacular, but pleasant enough to listen to. Even when sitting with your back right up against the speaker, as I unfortunately was. It wasn’t loud enough to be painful, but it was loud enough to completely drown out all other sensory information – music (good music at least) above a certain volume pretty much hypnotises me. So I spent much of the evening eating calimari in a semi-trance state, all things considered it could have been a lot worse ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ve also been back and forth to the doctor’s a fair bit. You see I could have had something seriously wrong with me. Like life threateningly wrong. But, after a battery* of tests, it turns out that I don’t. So that’s good then.

So that’s the good news. I’m not going to die. Or at least not any time soon. The bad news though is I’m $130 odd in the hole for medical tests I didn’t actually need*.

Well, OK, that’s not strictly true. The tests did turn up something but it’s a fairly insignificant and harmless something, nothing really in fact. However just to make my existence complete it’s the kind of nothing that the doctors want to keep an eye on in case it quietly turns into something and decides to sneak up from behind and do me in. So, for the next few years at least I’ll be forking over $130 or so every 12 months to keep tabs on it. Greeeaaaat!

Well, I presume it’s better than dying ๐Ÿ˜‰

Although, talking of dying I might well do so this weekend. There’s a really annoying website redesign that has to be done for Monday (why I don’t know!) and based on my calculations there’s not enough work hours left this week to get it done. So…. that means overtime. Which is good in a way, because it means more money. But it’s also bad because, well, I like to relax on my weekend – and I have things to do*. But, I suppose it comes with the job. And there’s up to $416* up for grabs, which will nicely cover my medical tests for the next few years.

I’m going to go now. I’ve got to get this place cleaned up. Some plumbers and lawyers are coming to examine the pipes on Friday (look, just don’t ask!) and I want the flat to look halfway decent for them.

PS: Tim Tams rock!! ๐Ÿ™‚


* OK, one. But it was a complicated one! ๐Ÿ™‚

* Yes, yes. I’m well aware that if I didn’t have them I would in fact be deathly ill and about to shuffle off this mortal coil at any moment, but still ๐Ÿ™‚

* Like email Helen and Stephanie, who have both been waiting a good week or so for a decent reply, and may have to wait a bit longer ๐Ÿ™

* I’m authorised to work up to that amount. Since I’ll have the office to myself I’m tempted to clock in then alternate between downloading MP3s off the T1 line and sleeping. But I won’t. Of course ๐Ÿ˜‰


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