pesto fettuccine

Sitting on my bed, laptop appropriately in lap. I’ve four chargers on the floor beside: mobile phone, camera, computer and mp3 player, all plugged into the same outlet as two lamps, a clock, fairielights and the stereo. Any minute now I expect to burst into torturesome flames or tears. Wait, tears doesn’t relate! Okay, scratch tears. Tasty, vitamin and bacteria filled minature oceans of pain and despair.

Today!
Woke up at 6am after dreaming I’d made friends with a thick-necked red kangaroo who roamed city parks. Went to Cairns Central and met Bronwyn, Nicole and Melissa at Tosca’s, where they serve fettuccine toscani, with a very subtle pesto sauce, I simply love it, only the “small” would feed about 8 of me so I rarely order it. I suffer lots of guilt about wasted food.

Anyway, after that I went looking for summer clothes. I have few summer clothes as I dislike them; those I have are simply very light, thin long sleeved shirts, light, thin long skirts. I didn’t find any adequate summer clothes, but did find a sweater at 75% off, so got that instead. I’ll be able to wear it in perhaps 4 months. Also bought a Buggs Bunny DVD.

After that! Went to my sister’s audition (she had to do two monologues). Mother and I weren’t allowed in, so we pressed our ears to the door. It sounded good, except she paused and said “um” once. My favourite part was “yes, it’s because you’re deformed, you unfortunate cripple!” She came out smiling, then hyperventilated and cried.

Came home and watched Carrie. Sarah hadn’t seen it, and for the first half asked a question every 2 minutes. “Is that her mumm? What’s wrong with her? Who’s that? Is that her mumm? Is that her house? Is that her room? Why did she do that? Who’s that? Why do they keep close-upping on that guy?”

Ate sushi: tuna and avocado wrapped in seaweed and brown-vinegar rice with wasabi and soy. A very small amount of fruit salad: pineapple, watermelon, canteloupe, approximately four chunks of each. 2 party pies, 2 gummi bears, and 1 fortune cookie. My fortune: the will to win is important, but the will to prepare is vital.