It’s really, really difficult harnessing enough agro to be cranky when I’m rested, awake, nourished, somewhat fitter, not worried about much and having a prolonged period of freedom from the original black dog. I’ve read some unexpectedly good books, arsed in great parking spots whenever I’ve had to drive, and the shitty things like not being able to find local Japanese restaurants that actually want to provide food fade from my grumpy storage banks before I get to jot them down.
And Guy Pearce is on the cover of The Age’s A2 lift-out today. Life is good.
I need to get back to work so I have a locus of shittiness again.
Added: I took a photo of the front of the A2 as it’s an even nicer picture.
Crank-o-meter: is this what they call content?