It's not a drug. Honest.

Made it to the office early this morning, which is cause for celebration in itself, but was struggling to get going. Someone has a case of the Mondays, perhaps.

However, I now have my weekly ration of coffee and things are looking up. Good stuff, this. You should try it.

UniSFA's 30th dinner

So who's coming along to this on Friday?

And while we're at it, I'd like to clear up a bit of club mythology. I believe that I am the person responsible for the mixed case in UniSFA (i.e. not UNISFA), but I'm quite prepared to be corrected on the matter. Does anyone know/think/spidey-sense differently?

Ye gods

I bought fuel today. Ouchies. I'm still clinging to premium, but it's hurting more and more. Apart from student days, I've always just coughed up for petrol whenever it was needed. Now I look at the fuel gauge and treat the contents as an asset to be protected. It's definitely affected my ideas about recreational driving. Sure, it would be nice to see Mundaring Weir looking a bit wet, but the trip would chew up fuel, and the idea of the classic road trip down south seems less and less feasible.

If we have to fight for petrol can I at least dress in chain mail like Tina Turner?