Woe is me
1 November 2005, 07:44
Well, it’s 7.30am on Melbourne Cup Day and I’m feeling a wee bit sorry for myself. Woke up at 2am with a mutha of a cold sore. In my eye. Again. For the second bloody time in this pregnancy.
There is a better chance that the docs will give me zovirax for it this time as I was only 12 weeks preggo when it happened last time and they balked at giving it to me, so am off to the Ear and Eye Hospital once I finish my cuppa. Now I’m 28 weeks (today!) apparently the baby’s kidneys can get rid of the drug. Still pisses me off that I might need to take it, though.
Hope everyone had a smashing Halloween last night (tonight in the US, whatever…) I’d forgotten until I saw some high-schoolers trick-or-treating last night in my neighbourhood. I thought I’d crossed time-zones or something, it looked so ‘foreign’.
In racing news, not sorry I won’t be at the Melbourne Cup today. Predictions are for a 32 godforsaken degree (still 3 shy of the magic number) scorcher, so an army of simpering, pissed fillies parading around off their heads with skirts up their arses and hats destroyed by vomit and mis-fired champagne is guaranteed. Actually, I take it back, that’s one of the more entertaining things about Spring Carnival.
Ah the good ol’ days of getting shitfaced at the races. Loved it. But NOW I HAVE RESPONSBILITIES, DAMMIT! Anyway, my tips to win (because I’m such an expert at these things) are Mr. Celebrity or Eye Popper. So go bet your live savings on it. At least it can’t be any worse than the dude who put 1 million on “The Diva” to win…
Sorry, am feeling churlish.
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