Again, my horse did not win the Melbourne Cup. That makes 25 years of following the race and I have yet to pick a winner. It's starting to be a matter of pride. If I eventually, one day, pick a winner, I'll feel slightly disappointed, I think.
I slept till 3pm today. I still don't feel hungry despite the last food passing my lips being 24 hours ago. I'm going to walk into town later to try and work up an appetite.
Considering rollerblading to work. I'll have to do a dry run to see how long it takes. No I'm not considering skating down the gorge in morning traffic. I don't have a deathwish, really. It only appears so sometimes.
Gah. Shower time.