Saturday sleep ins are the best, but they always make me feel lazy. I decided that I should go adventuring again this weekend so that I didn't feel quite as lazy once I got up.
The adventure began as soon as I left my flat, as next doors cat tried to jump over the gate at the same time I went to open it. We gave each other a heart attack, took a deep breath, and then walked off like nothing had happened.
My first stop was the post office, where the people did not seem fussed that my lack of phone could be a potential difficulty in finding employment and remaining alive in particular tense situations. They sent my loan phone back to Optus due to a slight name/address error that deemed me unable to authorise pickup. Yipee for technological dependency, right? I have survived one week though, so I'm sure I can go one more.
Next up was another trip to the Westfield, as I'm determined to conquer its billion floors without getting helplessly lost each time. I went on the hunt for my old friend the bookshop, and came away with an extremely practical and potentially life saving book; "The Zombie Survival Guide." When it's written by the author of World War Z, and describes the Solanum virus in detail - including the part where it has never been found in an isolated case anywhere in nature, ever, - it has to be reliable right? It's been a pretty interesting read so far, and my favourite part is how seriously the whole thing has been taken. I'm sure Mr. Max Brooks would be quite offended to know that his well researched, comprehensive guide to surviving the Zombie apocalypse was filed under the 'humour' section in my local QBD bookstore.
I think it is also worth mentioning that while in line to purchase this new book, the little girl in front of me kept screaming "my boobies hurt!!" while her mother pretended not to hear her by feigning avid interest in the wildlife bookmarks on sale.
Next were a few less exciting purchases, such as a foam therapy roller to prevent my muscles from dying, and some new workout gear, followed by a trip to a new little café. This one presented a far more satisfactory iced beverage than the last, with cream, ice cream, milk, good quality strawberry flavouring, and no ice. Their Cannoli was a little suspicious though. I've never had one before, so I don't pretend to be an expert, but I've heard people rave about them, so I had high expectations. Instead of sweet fried pastry dough with a light ricotta chocolate custard, mine was a bit more like a stale fried tortilla with congealed Yogo in the middle. Looks like I'll be searching for a new place again next weekend!
Little Duck, Out.
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