This season I are have mostly been a mixture of very busy and very lazy. Assignments are due, work has been calling me in early, and I have had a variety of social occasions to attend. Saturday, which was supposed to be a day of study, was spent getting distracted by YouTube. Lovely, lovely YouTube.

 

This week I am going to the hospital for the cinematic experience that it my oesophagus. More than anything it gives me a few hours off work which has been very demanding on my time of late. Fingers and toes are crossed that they will actually find something wrong and do not just label me with “irritable bowel syndrome” which the doctor confessed is just what they say when they have exhausted all options.

 

I also really must get onto writing some more movie reviews as I have watched a few lately, including some shockers, such as Benchwarmers. 

 

Mr Pigalina's birthday has been, and yet he still has had no birthday present because I have no idea where it has got to.  According to the email I received he should be enjoying his gift right now and lavishing me with love and praise about how awesome it is.  Alas, I fear it has fallen victim to New Zealand customs who seem to like releasing international parcels in batches.  For all I know it has been sitting in Auckland for a week.  And there I was thinking that the internet can save me from the horror that is other people doing their Christmas shopping.  I may still have to venture out into the living hell where car parks evaporate; people seem to walk slowly in front of me or into me; trolleys get left blocking aisles; the supermarket gets crowded for those ESSENTIAL strawberries and after dinner mints; and damn santa hats and stupid snowmen (in the summer) pop up out of nowhere.  Eek the cat, I was hoping that I could stay away but so far my experience with internet shopping has made me look like a stinge.  "Oh yeah, I did get you something for your birthday.....honest."

 

Yes, so Mr Pigalina's birthday, and the Pigalina family traditional birthday week that accompanies it, work, study and general laziness has seen me out of action blogwise lately.  I will endevour to write again soon, after I have finished this chunk of assignments.   So, after that rather lovely insight into my life at the moment I will get back to writing about plot structures and which categories certain stories fall into.  Woot.

One lady in Dunedin will be red faced today.  I had to examine a parcel that was leaking.  Inside was a bag of toiletries that somebody had obviously left behind and they had been kindly forwarded on.  Alas, some "feminine wash" for "intimate cleansing" had leaked everywhere.  Seeing as I had to put the leaking bottle into a plastic bag and rebox the whole parcel and send along a damaged parcel letter the receiver is sure to know I know that she has lady parts that smell oddly floral.