Sunday never seemed as though it was going to be exciting. It gave no hint that it would unfold into a day of high drama and escapades. At no time was there a warning that Sunday may result in a trip to the hospital. Then again presonal drama tends not to promote, it leaves that to the commercialised, over-hyped, shiny branch of drama that relys on advertising for success.

Despite its lack of advertising Sunday proved to be far more interesting then anticipated, it started quietly with a civilised coffee and breakfast scenario at a lovely cafe in Newtown, then descended quickly into idiocy with an outing to the local tavern and a few games of pool.

I am not entirely sure what happened after that, but I do know that I sustained an injury on my head, got knocked out cold, there was a lot of blood involved and obviously amnesia. I rocked up to the hospital bleeding profusely, extremely confused and having no idea what happened. I did not stick around for a brain scan, I saw no point at all, after all I passed the neurological exam (apart from the pupil bit) I was covered in blood and just wanted to go to bed at home.

So another injury for the year. This is getting so ridiculous I don't know how to react. WHY ME? Is so pointless, not to mention self indulgent. Am I doing it to myself? Now we might be getting closer to the mark, surely there has to be compliance on some level to end up with so many injuries in such a short time frame, I am an attention seeking fool. Throw hypermobile, unfit and unhappy into the look-at-me mix and maybe things are becoming a little bit clearer.

Now of course I am paranoid that I do not just have concussion, that I should have had the brain scan that my headache is far too bad to just be consussion alone. I could go back to the hospital and get it checked out, but I do not have time and I know I am being an attention seeking hypochondriac.

Goddam I am a fool. A foolish foolish fool, with a massive headache that paracetamol does nothing for..... but I ma sure I deserve it, lucky I do not believe in Karma or I would be coming to the conclusion that in my last 1467 lives I was a serial killer or a politician or something.

Ouch.

You know you have had a good long weekend when; you wake up on Tuesday and discover that yes, you do have a broken finger, you smell like Bundaberg and Coke and you may still be stoned despite being in bed at 10pm the night before. Ah the fun.

The Manyana long weekend was a triumph, despite a ridiculous amount of time put into organising, crazy weather and last minute drop outs it all ewnt very well.

There was table cat, scrabble, walks on the beach, cyock pants, Legolas, chess, giggling, shooting blanks, frisbee, volleyball, poi and soccer. Phew what a list!

The only thing left to do is distribute photos, begin the reign of Table Cat and get an x-ray to discover exactly what I have done to my finger (it is currently immobile, large and purple, yes it does resemble a cretain anatomical feature found in apporximately half the population).

Friday night Bizarro was sent off in the traditional fashion of excess and debauchery, fabulous. There was the private karaoke room, complete with drunken fools (us) security guards and terrible singing. The "Villains of the Sea" theme certainly brought out some amazing costumes, most impressive efforts from Biz, Fanta Pants, Andrew and Paul spring to mind, and there were many eye patches floating around.

I, of course, received a hilarious and ugly wound to the head with an inanimate object (in this case a slice of my nose was shaved off with a plastic viking hat). It could have been worse, one girl lost half a tooth in an accident involving drunken stupidity and a fountain.

Unfortunately I did not get to greet the new day with Biz as I had planned and hoped to do. I was busy playing nurse to a drug casualty, ce la vie.

All things considered the night was a success and I got to wear my viking hat which never fails to make me happy. Jason expressed a desire to lobby to have my wearing a viking hat at all times compulsory under federal legislation, I would concur except that there are so many other fabulous hats I would like to wear.

In true style I rocked up to the house warming party on the following night still in costume and having had no sleep or shower time! Classy lady.