I'm back in the office; why is it only 10am? I've been sitting here for, figuratively, days. Mel flew back to Adelaide Monday night and I forgot to call her. Sure I got off work at six, arrived home at seven, wrestled with the oscillating Internet connection and only emailed the UVA talk powerpoint after eleven. Why didn't I have my phone with me? I'm sorry :(

When one listens to strangers' conversations Bindy Mackenzie style, they are often banal. It's not that I set out to dismiss other people as stupid and climb on a high horse, and it's not that I purposely listen to people in situations where conversation is guaranteed to be lame e.g. the Card Players at Serene Centre Macs. But yesterday I was eating at the food court during lunch break and there was a group of probably uni students next to me, and they were talking about clubbing. Not even interesting stories either; just I drank six beers and passed out and my unkind friends just dragged me into another pub and I drank more and oh that club is sleazy oh I know one that is even more sleazy oh go buy your food first guys no ladies first hahaha blah blah blah.
I am mocking needlessly, so end of transmission and since when is conversation about entertainment, half the time? It's all proof, ground, testing waters, embracing and receding from people at the same time. If I do it again, or start sounding like a poem that could go like:

Oh skinny S'pore girl, coming out
with your nose in the air
and laces untied!

smack me upside the head and tell me to do something else with my time.