Shifts that run for 16.5 hours suck. This fact I have re-learned after being subjected to the dubious pleasure of working both restaurant supervisor and night porter shifts back to back. The bright side is always the pay, but after working 36.5 hours in three days I honestly couldn't care less.

I consider this a form of Karmic realignment, however. The guy who's shift i've almost finished covering is burning me a great many movies, complete with printed faces. I look foward to my collection of cinema increasing by a few hundred films over the next few weeks.

On a far more pleasant note, I shall soon (ten hours) be arriving in Canberra, and enjoying pints of fine lager in not only one of my favourite pubs, but also with good company. God bless the phoenix...