I can't come? Oh! I'm FINE with it! FINE!!

Well, I showed them this morning.

I had my last night audit ending this morning.

The plan, as it stood yesterday, was that I'd come home, go straight to sleep, and then, we were supposed to be going barramundi fishing with a "mate" of the SigOts.

Then, last night, we discover that 1) not going barra fishing and 2) I'm not invited, because it's a "boys day".

And fuck me gently with a chainsaw, I was pissed off.

And it's not like I could say to the SigOt, "well, you should not got because I can't go", because that would just make me out to be a huge nasty petty bitch.

So I came home this morning and got myself quietly tipsy.

Well, quiet except for the part where I was singing along to Guns n' Roses playing on my headphones.

And that just served their dumb arses right really.

Yes, I realise just how stupid that was.

What can I say? Sometimes I have the maturity level of a two year old, but with access to alcohool.

I'm feeling rather dopey about the whole thing.

For a start, I've got no idea why I was so upset about missing out on going fishing.

Yeah, I wanted to go, but my reaction was way out of proportion.

And I feel like I'm really letting my Mum's influence take over by reacting by sitting down and drinking too much.

I know better ways to deal with shit than that.

Obviously the morning after night audit is not me at my most rational.

Tomorrow, we're doing the last of our running around playing tourist. I think.

Unless it's been turned into a boys day and I'm not invited.

And now, even thought they were due back at 5pm, I can't get a response from the SigOt on his phone.

What, me? Worry?

If that mudfucker has let anything happen to the SigOt, I will tear the man limb from limb.

It might take a while, but I'll get there in the end.

And if the SigOt's just not answering, I shall tear him into small body parts instead.

I'm coping well really.

I think I'll just shut up now.