Several very important but completely irrelevant/non-related pieces of information...

1. My doctor gave me some nasal spray called 'NasoNex'. This is an unfortunate name. Boyus Angfriend continually misreads it as 'NanoSex', which leads to much confusion when he exclaims "WHAT!!? I thought that was a BAD thing!"

2. When I am sad/frustrated/feeling Not Good, I just listen to stupid music and replace random word with my name. The best is 'L-to-the-Izzo, L-to-the-Izzay!'  And 'My friends call me Lizzi but you can call me Dougie!'  And 'Lizzi-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' to fuck with!'  They just makes me feel good. And badass.

3. Tomorrow I'm getting my hair cut for the first time in approximately 12 years. I'm so scared. Which is stupid, because lord knows if I've trusted myself with scissors all these years, I should have no problems with somebody qualified/not a complete spastic.

4. My blog's #1 referrer is a Dutch psychiatric society website about borderline personality disorder.

5. I ordered three ginormous packages of custom-made muesli this week. I'm irrationally and giddily excited by it. I'm fairly sure it'll be all I eat for quite some time. Dayum, imma gonna be regular!

6. Thankfully (unfortunately?), my diet will be forced to branch out, as I spend the whole of next week at conferences/meetings/work functions. All of which are fully catered. This means I do not need to buy lunch all week. And, if I bring along a big handbag, I'm almost positive I'll be able to steal enough danishes, crackers and packaged fruit and nut mixes from the morning/afternoon teas to last me the rest of my meals. This means I won't need to buy groceries all week! Next stage in my frugal living plan: stealing food scraps out of trash cans.

7. Now that the weather is not so horribly cold and windy and wet, I'm getting back into running again. For the first time since I ran the Canberra Marathon in May, I'm really - properly - enjoying it. The only downside to springtime running is swooping magpies. But, being the Pollyanna-style optimist I am, I've realised the benefit to this: I am really fast when I need to escape psychopathic mama-birds. Which makes me think I should move somewhere with larger, even more frightening wildlife. Like Canada. I bet I'd be awesome if I had to run away from a bear.

8. Boyus Angfriend was stupid enough to tell me that world champion sprinter Usain Bolt's diet consists primarily of KFC. I'm using this to justify my ridiculous, completely excessive consumption of fried chicken and mashed potato and gravy on everything.

9.  I found my Myst CD-ROM from...grade 5? Dear friends, family, work colleagues: If you do not hear from me for several months, this is why. I'm determined to finally complete this fucker. I will triumph.

10. In keeping with my potty-mouthed, faux-self-assured bravado, tonight at the gym I told some ratty little man that I'd 'fuck him up and make it look like an accident' if he didn't stop harassing a teenage girl trying to do her workout. I don't think anyone was more surprised than me when it actually worked, and he left. Hahahahahaha, Hahahahaha. Ahahahahha. Dumbass. He totally could've killed me with his pinky. Aaaahahahahahahahaaaa.