I'm no Jana (Rawlinson, but for that matter I'm no Wendt either)

I am back at the parentals place, and I spent the first night there at a friend's place watching the football and Predator. The second night, I wasn't home until 9:30- so it's working very nicely atm.

I managed to get an injury packing. I'd left work early on Friday to go home and pack, cause I promised Flatmate (who'll need a new name now!) that that I would not have a drink until I'd finished the packing.

It was about 5:30, I'd had nothing to drink and Swede was almost over, as she was helping out too. I decided it would be a good idea to hurdle over my (very large) dirty clothes bag. I tripped on it, went flying and landed on my elbow in a clothes bag and my knee smashed into one of my hardwood bedside tables. I still can't kneel because of the large bruise on it.

Once I recover from my move, I will be helping my friends move.