Well, it's been a month. Certainly doesn't feel like that much time has passed. Actually, I'm not sure if it feels too short or too long, a lot of things got done in the last month, and there is still a lot more to do. But the biggest problem at present is quite predictably that same old question again, just what, will I have for dinner?

 

I've ruled out the cooking option, in the past 24 hours I've managed to pack, get on a plane to move myself from Auckland to Melbourne, pay bills, clean up the house (dad's coming home, though, of course, these two events are purely coincidental), and play frisbee. I'm definitely not going to add cooking to that list, not to mention my legs are still hurting from playing frisbee.

 

So I'm going to eat out. Potential barriers: money isn't a biggie, though I do have to watch my spending a bit now days, what with the getting off work as much as I can and the price of everything skyrocketing; time, plenty of that, I have an earlyish morning tomorrow with training and all, but the rest of the night, which is supposedly still young, is all free for food; sore legs are a bit of an issue, I need to somehow find the motivation to at least get myself to the tram stop.

 

But the biggest problem is figuring out what to eat. Already had sushi for lunch, not to mention it's not all that filling as a dinner option. Maccas, well, at my ripe old age of 21, I'm definitely over that. That leaves the option of pizza, which is kind of too far to walk, but too close to be worth traming. Of course pub food is still available, but I'm also bored of that after having nothing but down in ski town (or, more accurately, village, well, a cluster of buildings might be even closer). Of course, I'm hardly going to walk into a fancy restuarant all alone, I mean, there's no need to go the extra mile to depress myself.

 

So what do I eat. Well, I've made up my mind, there's a 7Eleven just around the corner.