Arbeit macht Sachen

The Model Citizens Annual 2009 edges towards completion, I'm happy to say. It's been a smooth ride thus far, which I only mention for the purposes of utterly jinxing myself.

Right now I'm sitting at work, wearing my brand-new Pac-Man hoodie, and wondering who I'm going to pick to be this week's Busted Celeb on the True Blue Confessions page. I've eaten a tuna-and-lemon-pepper sandwich from a $2.50 plate purchased at Hot Dollar (pea soup green, plastic), followed by a sliver of Lindt Orange Intense dark chocolate that has singularly failed to pull me out of an exhausted nose-dive.

Such are the exciting happenings of the day.

More broadly, I spent an odd night at The Red Rattler in Marrickville on Saturday, enjoying the musical efforts of The Outer Space Cowboys and their country'n'molestern mates (not to mention the greatest felafel ever crafted). I'm on the hunt for a pair of red Converse shoes, which seem to be in short supply for some unknown reason.

I'd also like to purchase the first season of Chuck on DVD, Hackmaster Basic and The Eberron Player's Guide. This consumerist sickness always seeps into my bloodstream when I'm called upon by the vicious powers of commerce and temporality to cross weathered palms with silver in order to maintain a homestead, telephonic communication and/or a line of credit.

"Give me objects," my heart sings. "Objects that I may gaze upon and thus know my ceaseless toil has borne physical fruit."