What to wear

— "You do know that you'll be sitting at the head table and everyone will be able to see you?"
– "Yes mum."

(My mother and I discussing what I will wear to my brother's wedding, which is inconveniently in a little over two weeks – where has the year gone already?!? Anyway, what does she think I'm going to wear, my swimsuit?)

It doesn't help that at the moment I have an invisible pimple* on my nose, my hair needs a wash and for some inexplicable reason when I took photos of myself wearing two of the dresses in contention for said event I appeared to have a large gut that definitely wasn't there when I looked at myself in the mirror beforehand. Hey, that happened with the high tea photo I sent to Skippy, too. Methinks I should avoid having photos taken of myself after meals.

I'm back to doing non-work stuff in after work hours now. I've been looking at property like porn. There's an apartment going in North Sydney for $500K, I reckon with help from family, I could manage to get it on a mortgage of $150-200K. We'll see. Not quite ready for that much debt yet.

* I can feel that it's there and my nose is all red from the pressure but for all I can see there's no pimple manifestation, it's bloody annoying.