Changed my MSN comments to, "Life is missed and officially fucked", 'cos it's true.

I'm having a 12-day week. Spent the whole of yesterday in the labour ward - yes, the WHOLE day. 8 to 5.30. Missed a really important lunch, had a shitty dinner at Grand Hyatt which cost me $44 per person, and wasted my night by flopping onto bed. And today, went at 10am for a tutorial which I subsequently missed. Tell me my life isn't fucked. Yx's is too. We're all so totally fucked.

On a brighter side, during Samba this evening, Ben (our instructor and family friend) made a hilarious statement. OK, we BOTH misheard him, but hey. Minutes before, he was clutching his ass in a most obscene way and telling everyone, "Keep your butt tight!! Keep it tight! Like this!" (I half-expected the rest of them to later do the Samba with their paws holding their asses in a death-grip. Alas, didn't happen.) Halfway during a dance, his voice rang out,

"OPEN YOUR BUTT!! OPEN YOUR BUTT!!"

I missed a step and almost fell over on top of yx. What he meant was, "Hold firm your butt!" Give me 150 db of music and 100 db of microphone-warped voice and that was what we got. Not too bad today, at least I think I got the feel.

Time for MAF dinner. Sigh. Bloody hell, I usually look forward to these. But what with all the sticky tarry shit all falling on my grubby hair ....