A Rollercoaster Day

Today started off with the most annoying sound, Australian Country music blasting through my bedroom. I hate the builders next door. To be fair it was afterall 9am, I should be up anyway. But I can't stop wondering, how can their ear drums cope? The noise of music on top of heavy duty drill? Or are they foolish enough to try to listen to music over the protective earwear? I must be too stupid to understand.

The trip to airport picking up my friend was smoother than I imagined and I gladly discovered that all BIG truck SPEED. I was the slow one. I got two cup of Hudson's and started waiting. And funniest story happened. My friend called to confirm the arrival time, but god forbid, a pair of elderly couple actually wandered off, exiting the airport terminal in Sydney, and there, the flight was delayed for more than an hour and my friend ran out of credit to call me. It's fine, I got the news from Melbourne airport, but we ended up throwing away her coffee. When I'm senile, would I be like that? The elder male was obviously not doing any better, otherwise they wouldn't have 'escaped'. Probably need a daughter (son wouldn't bother taking parents overseas).

In uni I was able to get the top DDx for about 80% of the cases and 20% hitting the 2nd most important DDx. All thanks to the reading last night (and the delay this morning helped with the unfinished slides). Dermiotology Rules! Flea mites lice and ticks, told'ya I get your arse kicked!

I got my valentine's gift, my card, my airfare. Unfortunately I couldn't exchange the money, but I did run around the city quite a bit (under the Australian summer sun). It was frustrating. Yelling through mobile international call, giving direction to an idiot like myself (and what does East means anyway?), exchanging crucial info like bank account number... I was about to throw a brick to one of those foreign exchange or bank glass door. What kind of financial institue close at 4pm? latest one 5.45pm? But when I get back to my air-conditioned car, I started to feel great about myself cause I sweated and moved my limbs for the first time in months.

Now playing with my latest toy. A 5th generation ipod called Muffinman, named after my most favorite guy on this planet. So many new features, so little time! As I was texting Mr Muffinman to brag about the collection of gadgets I have in my handbag, I ever so subtly realize that Mr Muffinman has been giving me the best of everything. He could of save it for himself. I am quite touched. From now on, Mr Muffinman change his title to THE muffinMAN.