So perhaps this is poetic justice.

[reynardo]

Combination too tired + slight coming down from Friday night + being too excited about Friday night before I got to Melbourne + the usual disappointment at not being able to do all that I wanted while I was there = slightly fragile Gillian. This doesn't explain the bad phone call I made, but it does explain why it upset me so. That and concerned about Ratboy who is home by himself thanks to his deciding not to undertake any of the NIDA courses to replace the one he wanted that isn't running.

And Mr Angry Bastard who called straight afterwards was almost given as good as he was dealing out.

And it's Pick Up Puppy and then Dinner with Olds tonight. I think I need an early mark. Dammit.