I haven't slept much the last few nights. This morning I turned off my alarm and promptly went back to sleep - thereby missing most of my early training session. *yawn*. 'nother one tomorrow, but a bit annoying really. I feel a bit like there's a strobe light going above me constantly and I'm only getting flashes of what's going on around me. Damn Grey's Anatomy keeping me out of bed! I love that programme.

Died my hair black. Si misses the old me.

Weekend was pretty quiet. I can't even remember what we did on Friday, Saturday we had breakfast with friends (they have the cutest kids), went to a party on Saturday evening at a work friend's place. It was pretty funny. Then Sunday we made pancakes in the morning, I went for a walk along Milford beach with friends and then we saw Hostel in the evening. If we hadn't been there with other people we'd have walked out. It was sick. Gratuitous torture. I think I have too much of my father in me and I couldn't stomach it. However, someone took their baby along - perhaps they're after a psychopath for a child - you know, pulling wings off flies, torturing small animals for starters and then moving on to people in later life. Why would you normalise your child to hearing screams like that?! Sick. sicksicksicksick.

Defleaed Sam this morning - he now hates me. Frodo scarpered so I'll have to get him later...