Am over the bloody AFL now, now more than ever. The Grand Final cannot come quick enough for me. I take the Epping Line in a daily basis and the Pies supporters are getting louder and feraller. Mario called and berated me for booking in my hair appointment the day of the GF, despite the fact he has more than likely paid off his mortgage on my hair. 'You had better be here by 10, Michelle, or someone else will have to cut your hair. I am off at 11am on the dot.'
I could have done with an extra hours' sleep in on Sat morning, but whatever.