Why didn't I get the memo?

This week I realised I'm due back in Brisbane next week, which was a bit of a shock considering that when I booked it, it seemed a lot further away than it has turned out to be. I need a diary that says "WARNING: Entries in the calendar are closer than they appear".

I do wonder whether this speeding up of time occurs just because I'm getting older (you know, when you were a kid, school lasted FOREVER; now, 6 hours is like two LOTR movies) or whether it's just a sign of the times, technology becoming obsolete before the press release has come out, that sort of thing.

Anyway, the reason I recalled my Brisbane trip (other than a note in my diary that reads: '7:30pm Flight DJ269') was because of a disturbing dream I had about The 'Gabba (the cricket ground in Brisbane) due to the first final of the one-day tournament being played on Sunday night (though NOT at The 'Gabba, I might add). I won't go into it but that's why I realised I needed to save all my good underwear for Thursday's trip.

To add to the heady mix of time whooshing past (with much the same noise as deadlines – apologies Douglas Adams) and interstate travel on the cards (albeit to Brisbane...) my editor, Camille, announced that she's leaving in a few weeks. So, we've just lost a long-serving deputy/minor editor and are about to lose a long-serving editor/in-chief. This totally sucks. I haven't even finished a proper cycle of my mag yet (Feb/Mar doesn't count as it was done under duress during the Christmas holidays).

I hope we get someone good in. That goes without saying although I just said it. I've been doing that a lot lately, just so no one can ever accuse me of not being with it, except that it makes me comes across as axiomic. Anyway, I've been volunteered (by Colin, my MD) to take over the Export section of DB magazine, even though I've never been to a meeting with the Australian Institute of Export. Not sure what I feel about this good opportunity but bad timing. Will get back to you.

And another thing, what do you reckon it means when you constantly receive emails from people beyond the required number to satisfy politeness? And when those emails are about totally random things unrelated to the reason you corresponded in the first place? Among the topics discussed this week: 'mwuhahahahahah', NSW Wine Week incl Cellar Door in Hyde Park, Lord Sauron, a motorcycle accident leading to a heart in mouth reaction to 'No Country for Old Men', John Irving, beer steins as big as your head (although, that's very me) and 'I was just thinking of you last week, but thought I would not be up at Sydney in the near future'.

Okay, that last one was related to something relevant but didn't really make sense - I thought of you last week because I wasn't going to Sydney? That's a bunch of weird shit from no less than three people, I might add. What was it? Weird email week? Why didn't I get the memo?

Last night I wrote emails and letters to eight businesses telling them the meaning of my 'No Advertising Material' sticker and did some freelance web work. Today I did my laundry, rang my mum to get her curry puff recipe (and got offered $100K - to buy property, mind) and went to the zoo. Tomorrow, all I have cut out for me is cleaning the bathroom, typing up my TAFE notes and going for a swim. This weekend is win!