What is it with February??? And January too??? Some innate desire to start the year on a trashy note? To run through the list of social 'to do's' in one fell swoop to free up winter for nights on the couch? Is it summer? Is it lifestyle? Is it living in a big city?

Wholesome Sunday arvo at the museum degenerated* into me stalking cute shaven headed person with nice shoes and violin case around the bug exhibits and then racking up pubs for the list and finally drinking bloody mary's with some awful sly stallone (huh! almost wrote sty salone - a nice drag queen name perhaps?) film flickering in the background at the grey plastic chair haven which is the Mandarin Club. Recommend for Sunday karaoke - is totally empty downstairs, cheesy as all hell. Thankyou Sunday night self for totally disregarding Monday morning self yet again.

* Oh. Possibly me and M laughing at the case that said "With a noisy 'pop' and puff of vapour from its anus the Bomalier Beetle fends of its enemies" did not help prospects with bug enthusiast.