Hair cut and colour. Happy with the cut not so with the colour. It's meant to be a magenta. It's dull and still has blonde bits through it. Not happy. I need BRIGHT. So I'll be putting my own colour through it.

We lost today. It was hilarious watching those muppets jump up out of their seats when the siren rang. I said 'geez you'd think they just one the grand final the way they're carrying on'. Two other people said the same thing independently of me. Couldn't care less. It matters in September.

Quite concerned about how tired I'm feeling. It's 756pm and I'm exhausted and just want to sleep. I wake up exhausted like I haven't even slept. I'd be interested to know the difference in my levels from my last blood test to the one I'll be getting in 1-2 weeks.

Stupidly, I miss you. I'd love to just hear your voice. Yeah stupid thought I know. It's not going to happen. Ever. Shame.

I spooned with my dog this morning. I'm sure it sounds really wrong but it's really nice.

I'd like to get an old photograph of my grandmother tattooed on my arm. She would be horrified I'm sure but then again, she may like it. But then I found this picture of a girl with an indian headdress which I love and want. So I thought I could combine both and have my grandmother wearing the headdress. It reminds me of when I was about 8 in primary school and I had to dress up as a little indian girl and she made me this awesome costume out of brown curtain material, really soft too and given I had long dark brown hair I platted it in two and I also had a little headdress. I was a real little indian girl. It made me think of that. It was a really happy time. I loved that costume. I really loved my nanna. I hated my father for not telling my mother or myself she had been in the hospital for TWO WHOLE FUCKING WEEKS. That's two whole weeks I never got to see her, two whole weeks she had without me. She was my second mother and my friend. I only saw her once in the hospital before she passed away in 1996. I still regret that. I still miss her.