kangaroo sightings

This morning Brendan and I cleaned the remnants of my San Francisco shot glass out of the garbage disposal. This was the replacement for a previous San Francisco shot glass that met its demise off of the edge of a kitchen table during a rousing game of quarters. I don't know what it is about the combination of San Francisco, shot glass and me that does not work (it all seems so perfect!), but if that is the only thing we lose during this move, I will be very happy. Oh yeah, we're moving. Internationally. Again. Cue the Benny Hill theme... As of Christmas 2010, Brendan and I will be stretched out over 3 countries and 1 ocean. How cool/scary/ridiculous is that?!?

Three things will inevitably happen when my partner goes out of town: 1. Something will break (such as our internet network) that I have no chance of fixing; 2. I will receive a package that I have absolutely no chance of picking up from the Post due to their ridiculous (9am to 4pm) business hours; and 3. I will get sick. The booze trifecta (beer, wine and spirits all in one night) is far more interesting.

It has been a pretty routine couple of weeks/months. There's been work, there's been hanging out, there's been some cool weekend trips, there's been some lazy weekends at home... I would typically blog about my weekend trips, but Brendan does a better job than me at that, which is why it has been forever since I have blogged. Long enough in fact that it took me awhile to remember my login... Something happened yesterday though that broke the routine. I had a crap night the night before and went into work in not the best of moods, I wasn't being particularly friendly to anyone, I was feeling down about my job and the overtime hours I've been putting in the last few months, I was annoyed that people were interrupting my phone call to tell me that there was a morning tea on and that I should come have a cake (1. I was on the phone and 2. I have been trying to stay off of the cakes lately).... But it turns out they were only telling me to come to the tea because I w