My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

They've changed my jogging oval into a cricket oval for summer. Today marks the day where I cannot see the sprinting lanes marked anymore. RIP my oval - until we meet again.

There's all of these people lining the ocean footpath today. Binoculars in hand. All in their best beach attire. Cameras in hand. Looking outward into the ocean - I thought there must've been a school of whales (school? heard? flock?) that they were all looking at, either that or they were just there to cheer me on as i jogged, because it surely could not have been the boat in the distance. As i jogged along further I realised that it was indeed the boat they were looking at. I cannot for the life of me work out why so many people would turn up to look at a cruise ship. Unless of course it was about to dock and was full of drunken bikini models - and if it was about to dock and full of bikini models then the joke was surely on me.

I swatted the wasps out of their nest. I quickly hit it to the ground - danced around in circles like a girl - ran for the cover of my car - drove over the nest three to four times - and then drove quickly inside to close the garage door and keep them out. They barely even put up a fight...they actually let me drive over them. By morning they will have rebuilt their empire and will be back bigger and stingier than ever.

Tomorrow I return to work. Rested. Tomorrow night I return home. Exhausted. Such is life.