I’m two weeks into a new job working at a café and I fear that 6:00am starts will never befriend me. I don’t know what fool decided that the first hour of work should be your busiest, that as you stumble around nauseously trying to comprehend where the hell you are you should be cooking food—quickly. I don’t have the vaguest idea as to why I chose to get a job when I could easily live on the crumbs that is AUSTUDY. But here I am still trying to recover from 3 days of predawn mornings.

To get me through these mornings I promised myself that on Saturday night I’d go out and see local band Adam Said Galore play at the amplifier—their first gig in ages. Whenever I felt that I couldn’t get out of bed or to work I’d hold on to the thought of Adam Said and the flowing alcohol that would quickly make the memory of work a repressed memory. Sadly waking up so early for 3 days meant that when the time came for me to leave for the amp I was asleep on the lounge.

I’m only working Thursday and Friday this week so roll on this weekend. Hopefully someone interesting will be happening at the Hydie this weekend as it’s free entry and I’m a poor student.

Oh and the queen is here for the commonwealth games. Yay queeny. I’m still to recover from the ’99 republican referendum, which sadly we lost and remained a monarchy. Well she’s not actually here, she’s in Melbourne but that’s close enough.