Procastination. It can wait till tomorrow quite frankly. After weeks of threatening, I've booked tickets to Carl Barron tonight. Bucket List Item #11 becomes arguably one step closer. Or does it? The Gold Coast Convention Centre is a big joint. I don't think jumping on someone's shoulders, taking my top off and swaying a cigarette lighter is the best way to get Carl's attention. Maybe I'll be lucky and find on the night that there's only six seats filled. Not unlike the Queensland Labor Party.
Sometimes procrastination comes about because of extenuating circumstances. For example, our trip to Eulo has been put on ice to ensure that the full effects of the recent floods have passed. My progress through my latest book has stalled due to the large number of words and small number of pictures. My date with the Ribs and Rumps Meat Your Match Challenge has been pushed back so that my jeans will not explode and take out half the restaurant.
The train must roll on though. The squash tally now sits at 720. Another contender enters the ring: Theo "The Rook" Papamanolis. It occurred to me that when this streak ends, it will never be repeated. More than seven years in the making, when (not if) it ends, I just can't see it being repeated. So the pressure is on. 800 is tanalisingly close. But so was popularity for Anna Bligh. Yikes.
Until next week...
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