All singing, all dancing

I feel ill. It's 37 degrees and the rumpus room is little more then a tin shed with plaster on the roof. It's hot. My cooling system is a fan and a pool, which I go out to every so often to wet myself down, thereby turning myself into a human evaporative air-conditioner. Hey, it works. In a moment I will head inside and attempt to dye my hair purple-black and plan out a new picture. I want to work on some larger pieces.

Dad just poped over with some junk I left in a drawer. The house will no longer belong to us as of five days from now, so we're pretty much packed up and out. Dad has a new house though, somewhere between Two-Wells and Gawler, and he should be moving in sometime in late Januarry. He remarries in March, and they're having their honeymoon in Perth. Jennefer must love him, because she suggested they go up in time to see Port Adelaide, my father's footy team, play there in the first round of the AFL competition. If that ain't love, I don't know what is ^_^. In any case, I now have to fit a whole heap of clothes and some other stuff in my room. I should probably get to it huh?

Bai bai puppies.

"If you remind me of my dog
We'll probably get along, little doggie"
~Jane Siberry, Everything reminds me of my dog
- posted by Washi @ 12:38 pm