Disasters...

Its that time of the year where I get all depressed because my team yet again has no chance of making even the top of the bottom eight. Thankfully we're not bottom (yet) so I won't be sticking my head in the oven any time soon, but I'm afraid I will no longer be talking football. Self preservation measure. Sorry to those of you who only read this to see a girl talk footy. Come back when the Wizard Cup starts up again. Or if teams I like make the grand final. Or we make a last ditch effort to improve our standing.

Last night we came 4th at pub trivia. We would have come 3rd if I'd stopped drinking and concentrated on one of the questions that I actually knew the answer to, but dismissed as unimportant/irrelevant. Bloody Rhodesia.

This morning I tried lightening my hair but all I did was lighten the roots (even in the inner west, light brown-red roots and black ends is not a good look). So I had to make a mad dash to the chemist for another box of dye (wearing a cap so the shop assistant wouldn't laugh at my first attempt) and I'm sitting here with the second lot of dye eating into my scalp. Cross your fingers. And if you see me wearing a hat to work tonight don't ask questions.

Then this morning's brunch/girls shopping trip with my best friend got cancelled because she got called to a meeting. Probably just as well considering the hair disaster but disappointing nonetheless.

Oh and then my favourite mirror fell off the chest of drawers and smashed the benetint. That stuff isn't marketed as the best cheek "stain" for nothing you know... yoiks. On white carpet too.

And its only 11am.

Its not Friday 13th or April Fools or something is it?

Timer's just gone off... wish me luck.

xox