It was my second-to-last tafe class for the year tonight. Since we’ve done all the assessments, there wasn’t really much to do. Our teacher showed some video of us, taken at the beginning of the year doing an assessment, and then another one of us, taken a few weeks ago, to show us how much we’ve improved. I hate watching myself on video. I don’t know whether I’ve improved very much, but it was interesting seeing other people.

After class, a friend and I went to our usual coffee shop, where we were met by Pissed Off Guy. I call him that because he never seems very happy to see us. The reason for this is probably because we spend an hour or two there gasbagging, and only end up spending $2.80 on a flat white and a bottle of tap water. Heh. I do feel a bit bad about that though. But, hey, it’s not like business is booming there on a Tuesday night, and we’re stopping the hordes of people from putting their bums on seats and making the owners rich. Live with it, POG - be thankful for my $2.80!

I encountered a stupid taxi driver on the way home. He just decided to edge his way over into the lane I was in, not bothering to see if there was a car there first. Tosser. I, of course, performed the musical masterpiece that is my horn, but all he did was slow down a bit and keep coming. Did I mention that he’s a tosser? So I had to stop and let him in, otherwise there would have been an accident. Once we got over the lights, the single lane we were in divides into two, and he couldn’t decide which lane he wanted. He was almost straddling the lanes, and I just roared past him. It’s really great having a car with power. Yeah baby.