libcurl == old and busted. new hotness: http-tiny

Maybe not old and busted, definitely too fat for an already packed cyclades image though. tiny-http seemed to fit the bill, but didn't include support for POST. So, I added support for it. There ya go!

2 bottles of tequila, 2 friday nites

The culprit

The cut and paste experts

Crikey

I got a rather rude shock today walking back to the office after lunch. As I turned in the driveway and started to walk down, I was confronted with a huge swarm of bees buzzing around the main entrance to the car park. They were thick, just buzzing around in a huge sphere. I'm scared of snakes and spiders, I don't enjoy being around them, but bees and wasps freak me out.
I've only been bitten by a spider once and that was bad enough, I only got a little rash for about a week. The little bugger was hiding under a towel in the bathroom and I sort of rubbed him on my stomach which wasn't appreciated. Spiders are fairly predictable. Ants don't bother me at all.
Snakes you can just stomp on the ground (from a safe distance) and they'll move on. I've done it heaps of times before as a young'un wandering around the bush in Tassie. But bees & wasps move in a totally unpredictable fashion, if there's one about you never know if they'll try to come over and check you out just as you make some sort of movement that could be seen as threatening. This is just too much for my fragile little nerves (hehe) and I have to get away as quickly as possible.
It's a shame they had to introduce all this European crap to Australia. Apparently the native bee population is much less aggressive and bees or wasps.
On a sort of related note, where I used to live growing up in Tassie they introduced these huge bumble bees that used to grow to the size of the end of my thumb. Farking huge. Scare the christ out of me.

Nothingness

It's been such a crap week. I really hope this weekend will turn it around for me. Works been sucking, I've been slack with my Japanese studies... I feel like I have no motivation. I can't even think of anything worthwhile to write even though I'm sure there's something.. Still feeling mopey about Anze. Turns out excessive drinking is ok for a stop gap but unfortunately I can't be pissed all the time.

ドラマみたいだ

OMG. せんしゅうあんぜちゃんにSydneyをかいって、さみしいでした。

And that's about as far as I can get in this post in Japanese. Funny how little I can say after all this time studying. Well, one day a week for months isn't exactly a great way to learn.

Anyway, Anze came back to Sydney last week to turn my life upside down. Actually she came to have a proper "goodbye" and I think she succeeded. I think she's going to be fine now, I reckon she needed some sort of closure or something and she got it.

I on the other hand didn't deal too well with it. I've been feeling bloody mopy all week. Probably didn't help that I had a cold, I guess the only thing missing from this week was bad weather. Also might have been the 48 hours solid drinking I did on the weekend..

Basic run down:

Friday: Tarou goes back to Japan (Oh, did I mention, Tarou went back to Japan Sunday?) so want's to see some Kings Cross strip shows. Me, Daniel, Sophia & Tarou head down and after a while end up back on Oxford st at the Judgement Bar. Tarou and me are rolling drunk. Sophia & Daniel go home, me & Tarou go across the road to Gilligan's. This is about 4am. About 6 or so Tarou is ready to pass out so I take him home but go back up straight away cos there were some really cool people I was still talking to. Long story short, I get back around 11am, drunk, pass out.

Saturday: Wake up at 6pm. Oh Fuck, it's Andy & Motoko's birthday party tonight at Jacksons on George. Fuck. I'm supposed to go at 9 & meet with my language exchange partner Yayoi. I can't be late, but I've got alcohol burn for fucks sake. Arrgh, sucks. I raid Sharp's pharmacy for every hangover cure they have, as well as good ol' Berocca. I'm not in good shape but I make it right on 9. I can't say no when someone offers be a beer. I start to feel better. Actually, after a few beers, I feel better than just alright, I feel great again! woohoo. Long story short we all head off at around 3am right at the time I get a call from a work buddy, and meet him on Oxford street (again). Anyway long story short I didn't get home till 3pm.

I think that's pretty normal self-destructive behaviour. For someone feeling self-destructive that is. You know what I mean. Man, I was almost ok without Anze and she had to come back and just stir all my shit up again, you know? Fuck it. At least she feels better I think I can deal better than she can.

Coming back to work today, I'm starting to feel better, like "don't give up! there's hope!" kinda thing. Just getting my mind off her for a little while makes all the difference.

I just hope I can keep myself occupied all weekend without wanting to go out & do some more self-destruction. (But apart from the alcohol burn, it's fun!)