strawberry hills forever.

i got some work for a couple of evenings this week. it is at a gym in the south of sydney in an area called strawberry hills. there are a few hills but certainly no strawberries- i looked. misleading.

i was excited to get a job to meet some people and exercise what i like to call my conversational savvy and others like to call my run-on sentences and penchant for pop culture trivia. as my luck would have it i am working alone. for three hours in the evening. and hotmail is blocked on the computer. may i ask what kind of cruel joke this is?

last night i returned home from three measly hours of work, caught the tail end of 'so you think you can dance- australia' (cat deeley is sorely missed), and promptly fell asleep on the couch. at 9:30. and slept until just past 8 this morning.

working three hours a day and sleeping 10 plus hours a night? holler. sign me up.