Hello darkness my old friend

Above: And here's me being stupid with garden party props

Too much, too much, too much. Onset of burnout imminent. Cue the char, hence the darkness. Week full of fullness.

There were nine interviews where I was the interviewer and one where I was the interviewee. The latter went well, though I think I may have not-quite-answered a couple of questions. And I'm not sure if I want the job.

There was Melbourne Cup. I won $14.50 after backing Mouraliyan for a place (3rd) but outlaid about $18 including the office sweep. The Argyle was nice. Our staff won both the men's and women's fashion parade. I drank too much but left at 5pm so was okay by 9pm.

There was a client introduction meeting. That was mixed. I think it'll take some time for me to earn their trust. Besides which, I have more or less been promoted to managing editor for custom publications, which means the newbie will be doing most of the legwork for this mag. It'll iron out.

There was a writing group meeting. I am so very close to the end of the first draft of my novel with no time to clear my head and write.

There was the first official #prjournolove drinks night. It was also at The Argyle. They had 2-for-1 cocktails. It was network central.

There were belated graduation drinks for Beq at Kirribilli Club. She's motoring along.

There was Jess' birthday at The Clock Hotel. Two ciders, one game of pool. A pleasant way to spend an evening.

There was the Sunday afternoon garden party for the Australian Ballet at Fairwater, Lady Fairfax's residence at Double Bay, where above picture was taken.

Today was everywhere and nowhere. Lots of doing things for other people while falling behind. At least I managed to buy my Sydney Festival tickets.

Working my arse off for the rest of the week. I wish I really could work my arse off. It tends to get bigger the more I sit on it, unfortunately.