the adventures of pinkaholic girl

the sun shines on some

I'm glad those miners in Tasmania are free. The rumour is they'll get up to $3 million in deals with the media to sell their story. Eddie Macguire has flown down to Tasmania to shout people beer; David Koch is climbing into ambulances; everyone's trying to get a slice of the pie.

It's scary to think they were trapped in a tiny box for two weeks. They spent five long days wondering if they were going to make it out alive. And then spent a further nine days after they were discovered snacking on muesli bars and waiting for a big enough hole to be dug out.

In the same time period, I walked from Manly to The Spit, spent $62 on taxi fares, swam 2.5 kilometres, flew to Malaysia and back, attended a wedding, visited the physiotherapist three times, bought a laptop, spent 32 hours at work and ate McDonalds twice (I regret this part).

Smack me if I whinge about being bored or having nothing to do ever again.

posted by d @ 3:21 pm