I'm editing a 168-page document in Word 2007 on Vista, and the bloody thing keeps crashing on me whenever I try to amend paragraph indents. Well, actually, it sometimes just crashes for what seems to be the hell of it. It's creating significant delays in my work schedule.

The only solution that seems to be effective is not much of a solution at all—save after each and every change so that, if the thing crashes again, I can simply reopen it and redo my last edit.

It's seriously time-consuming, though. And it's driving me up the wall.

Rain and bugs and running into old friends I've not seen in eight years and drunken bus stop psychics and a previously taciturn cab driver's sudden garrulousness.

I think I am going to hide for the rest of the day and nurse my sore neck.

On Saturday night, I cooked turkey. I cut it into strips, rolled them around camembert and baby spinach, wrapped them in prosciutto, and roasted them.

There may have also been potato dumplings and an orange and walnut salad.


Next time I make potato dumplings, I'd like to try putting some pork mince and gravy and a hardboiled quails' egg in the centre of each and deep frying instead of boiling them.

Just because I keep seeing these around and they make me cringe a little.

♦ For all intensive purposes
♦ I am very discrete with private information
♦ My interest was peaked
♦ A stranger complemented my dog
♦ I was about to loose my mind
♦ I have strong principals
♦ It was bigger then I expected
♦ He was suppose to arrive yesterday

Add your own!

About three hours ago, I dropped a glass blender on my foot.

The blender is fine.

My big toe is not. I don't think it's broken, but golly it hurts.

Then I found a crate full of craft supplies from about ten years ago, that made me feel a bit better.

The end.

A little while back, a Telstra representative put me on a trial for their internet security firewally type thing. I promptly forgot the entire affair since, contrary to my instructions, they sent it to the BigPond email address I never use.

The other day, I reset my BigPond password and thought, well, it's been five years ... maybe I should check that email. I found in there emails with instructions to install the BigPond software; all well and good, except the installation link doesn't work; no matter, I'm not fussed.

Then a later email reminding me about the impending expiration of the trial period.

It contained this gem: "So far during your trial, BigPond Security has identified 21857 major virus families and protected you from 2100 potential virus threats."

Hmmmm. Something's not right. I never installed the software, and during that time I have been overseas and not using the internet.

Now, because the trial period ended without me calling to cancel (because I'm a twit and forgot about it), they're charging me for BigPond Security.

Not sure if I have a leg to stand on here, but given the facts that I'm pretty sure I requested it sent to my Gmail account, and I can't download it, and the suspicion that they're telling me porkies, I feel I've been gypped somewhere along the line ...

I just made this for dinner. I added onion and red capsicum to the sauce and didn't put milk in the batter because I had run out (I used water). I also nearly set my stove on fire.

DELICIOUS.

That is all.

Waiting waiting waiting. Waiting. Want thing I'm waiting for to happen NOW.

Ran a system recovery on the old desktop PC, which seems to have cured it of The Screaming Trojans, and got a new router that, for some reason, neither computer wants to connect to wirelessly. Need another ethernet cable. Tech stuff makes me sleepy.

Sleepy now.

How on earth did I manage to end up with three copies of The Bloody Chamber?