I forgot that I forgot

Hey there. I forgot that I forgot to check in on Monday. I went to Antony & The Johnsons at the Opera House instead. I'm not sure who 'The Johnsons' are considering Antony played with a selection of the Sydney Symphony Orchestra, but Antony was hilarious. After a few songs he started chatting to the crowd about David Attenborough and then moved onto Rupert Murdoch ("If you can't trust David Attenborough, who can you trust? Certainly not Rupert Murdoch.") He then imparted that the only time he'd ever been mentioned in a Murdoch paper was three hours after he'd insulted Murdoch the night before: "They said I looked like Tiny Tim."

As for last week's activities, you can see all of my reviews of Sydney Festival stuff here.

I actually began to get sick last Wednesday but then spent the evening getting damp at the Starlight Cinema watching 'Departures' (which was incredibly moving, as funeral movies go). It stayed clear for a good portion of the movie but then started to sprinkle on and off about halfway through, then turned into relentless, though not heavy, rain.

However, I had to go in on Thursday because I had to do the last checks for my client magazine but then I managed to get through those and got home at around 3pm. Couldn't nap, though, as there was freakin' power gardening going on next to my building. Anyway, needed to go to Rogue's Gallery, which was at the Opera House Forecourt ie outdoors. It rained for about 90 mins while we were waiting (we had to get there early to get a 'seat' on the steps) though stopped about 15 mins into the performance.

So I don't think spending two evenings cold-ish and damp was a very good idea. I took Friday off and slept for most of it (let's just say I was awake between the hours of 2pm and 3:30pm) then had quite a busy Saturday cleaning the bathroom, going to 'Six Characters in Search of an Author' and then the Moonlight Cinema screening of 'This is it'.

Sunday I spent updating all my Sydney Festival reviews and FINISHING MY NOVEL. That's right, folks, I have finished the first draft of my novel after more than three years.

On Monday and Tuesday I was right back into the work fray, meeting a Wednesday deadline that should have been sent to print a week earlier. I pulled a half-nighter on Tuesday, staying up until 3.30am on Wednesday morning and then managed to push everything through before going to writing group on Wednesday evening.

No surprise then that, just as I thought I was getting better, I got worse. My throat got ripped raw and so I took Thursday off, went to the doctor and was told the unsurprising news that I had pharyngitis and given antibiotics. This happens to me quite predictably. If a cold turns nasty, my throat gets bacterial and I pay for it in extra days down.

Blissfully, though, I had Friday off as well and ended up watching a whole bunch of DVDs Sir lent me ('Tropic Thunder', 'Iron Man' and 'Appleseed') then the cricket and today did the same with the 'El Mariachi' trilogy. So much lassitude. Sunday, I hope to get out and get some groceries and just walk around a bit outside, although it has been raining non-stop today.

Don't expect Monday's post to be very interesting now I've told you all this.