7am. Argh. Until a couple of minutes ago, I thought it was 8am. My alarm clock is an hour fast. No wonder I found it so hard to get out of bed this morning at smegging 6 o’clock in the morning, an hour before I normally get up. If I wasn’t so awake, I’d go back to bed now.
11:30am. I’m so damn forgetful. And for someone who has an online diary, I don’t seem to be very good at writing things in my real diary. Imagine triple-booking a lunch. Well, maybe not a triple booking, but certainly a double-and-a-half booking. I not only forgot I was having lunch with a bunch of mates, I also forgot I was having lunch with a couple ofout-of-towners who are in Melbourne for the day, AND I brought in leftover pizza to have for lunch too.
Oops. Well the pizza will keep until tomorrow, and one of the lunches has been morphed to an afternoon coffee.
Maybe I need a secretary.
