Emptyhead

This week I am acting as though I sold my brain to gypsies.

Last night I left my wallet in Stu's car. And we realised long after I left this morning.
Of course tonight is a tafe night, and I will be needing to buy some kind of meal, so that I don't starve to death between lunch today, and breakfast tomorrow.

So I'm driving from Brighton, to Mulgrave, and then on to Frankston. I have to do this within an hour and a half, in peak hour, hopefully including a visit to a sushi vendor (to procure the all important dinner).

I never make things easy for myself, do I?