vobiblog

Its been a less than interesting 2 days. After getting 3 hours sleep on Sunday night, I was totally rotten on Monday. I somehow managed to stay awake and got out of the office at 5:30. Went round to my parents place (where I am staying while I am in Melbourne), got to spend some time with Joe (my baby brother), Had dinner and ended up in bed at 9:30.

Today was a little more fun. Work this morning was the usual. Programming, how exciting can it get. I went to a buddhist restaurant for lunch today and it was possibly some of the worst food I have ever had the displeasure of eating. I had stir fried rice noodles with vegetarian beef (which is some shit that is supposed to taste like beef, but it really tastes like shit, but vegetarians can’t tell the difference!). That would have been fine but the sauce that covered it… It was like jelly. I almost puked when I tasted it.

After work I went to the pub with Guru (the guy I am working with who is from Brisbane). Spent most of the time there drinking beer and talking about the two forbidden subjects in a pub. Politics and religion. The pub closed at 9:00 and Guru had all ready had enough so I went home.

No food in the house so I thought I would go down to Acland Street for some food. Nothing was open except for a really dodgy burger place and felafel kitchen. I opted for a felafel pocket which was damn good too. They have the best chilli sauce there. It is so fricken hot. I was so hungry I decided to sit out on the street and eat it rather than take it home.

While I am sitting their making a mess of my felafel, one of my favourite comedians, Dave Hughes walks past with some girl. Looks at me making a pig of myself, looks at the felafel kitchen and rubs his tummy in a fucknut dave way and says oooooh that would hit the spot. Obviously he had just come from the pub too but his girl wasn’t interested so they walked on. I looked over my shoulder to take a look at him again and to check that It wasn’t just the effect of alcohol talking. Sure enough it was him.

For all those wondering, he really does talk like that all the time. When you see him on TV, he is not acting. That is him. Imagine what its like to be born funny.

Other than that. Nothing else is happening

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