This is not eine booby...

The other day I returned to University to finish up some late night work, but as I was walking back to my car, I realized that someone had shoved a stick up my exhaust pipe and let down one of my tyres. That was really swell, because I was the center of a lab meeting the next day, and missing out on that sleep really helped. (I called my sister and her boyfriend came and replaced my tyre. I really should man up a little. :)

Anyhow, I decided to join the auto club so that I don't need to get my hands dirty (so ignore that "man up" comment), and did so yesterday. And, as proof of my bad luck, I locked my keys in my car today and had to call them. Am I bad luck? Or is it good luck that I just joined? I'm guessing it is bad luck. Oh well.

So, I got tagged the other day by Rob7543. This is a blog that I very much enjoy reading, much because it fills me with a sense of insouciance, thanks largely to Rob's wit, humor and fantastic music that he makes and posts. (Yeah, so I heard the word insouciance in an episode of Frasier and was waiting to use it. So what?! I can do that, right? In fact, all of my words come from Frasier. ;)

This whole tagging business revolves around me typing out 5 things that makes me less stressed... that relaxes me and makes me feel better about the world. Well, here goes:

1. Finalizing something that has taken forever to complete.
2. Driving to no place in particular and enjoying it all when I get there.
3. Sitting on the steps of Uni as the cold breeze blows and makes me shiver, while everyone else runs away inside like cold, genetically-modified chickens without feathers.
4. Visiting the family after not seeing them for a while. Then it reverses, and not seeing them for a while helps. It's a vicious cycle.
5. Pats pocket holding the number to RACV Auto Club.

I won't go around tagging anyone else. I'm sure everyone is stressed enough with life without having to be tagged. Thanks for thinking of me, though, Rob... you big booby. ;)

William John.