I am bored.
I am even bored with the internet.

So maybe I’m not bored.

Maybe, I’m mentally ill.

Clearly.

D-Missus went out tonight. She told me I could cook my own eggs.

Hasn’t she seen Once Were Warriors?!

Bah.

I miss the olden days, when a woman knew her place.

It’s a sad thing about my country that my countrymen find jokes about cooking eggs funny. Especially if you have seen the NZ movie Once Were Warriors (staring Jango Fett). And Especially if you have seen the scene I’m referencing.
Which isn’t funny at all.
And still we cry “Get in the kitchen and cook me some damn eggs, woman!”

We’ve picked up a dependant.

D-Missus’ sister is staying with us. She is depressed.

You gotta be there for family.

Maybe I can make her smile.

Tell her some egg jokes...

I got nothing.

Bored.

I saw bikinis on the weekend.

Summer is coming.

Mmmmmyeah.

OK. Gotta go. Flight Of The Conchords is on TV. A Kiwi folk-parody duo. Steal their songs from the internet. Laugh. I knew them before they were big.