I stepped on a ball-ly worm while bringing the clothes in at night. Barefooted.
Kenny says I should wash my feet in case I develop ringworms on my feet. Right.
Tomorrow, I purchase yet another copy of Famous, and then proceed to cry when I come home.
Perth is seriously getting more boring by the day but on the contrary, Unit 4/224 seems to be able to bring about much excitement. So darn glad I moved out of Currie-fucking-Hall.
Lastly, I've decided to keep off freeways if I can find an alternative route to Mt. Lawley. Which I have. And I'm expecting the postman to knock on my door sometime this week with a parcel in tow.