I was very happy this morning, and a days work has barely dimmed the sheen. Deep happiness. So happy it is annoying for other people. Sometimes you've just got to have a day like that.

a pat on the back for everyone

i can't show you this weekend's face, but a big thank you to all involved in making it a complete excess. i was proud to walk with Professionals who know that a good conversation sometimes takes 40 hours. who shoot pool as an exercise of rationality with passion. who understand that alcohol is a medium of communication. i salute you!

Another night another sofa. 5:30am bolt upright from family dreams - since when couldn't I tie a tie? And who was the mystery guest coming for me who never came? Thank god for Fridays - delieverance from work if not from dreams. Bike fixed - mobility re-returns.

had some alone time yesterday. was so excited I had to go out and tell someone about it. saved by nightime conversations. two poem morning. unheard of. pay day tomorrow.

some kind of wisdom

love will get you like a case of anthrax, and that's something i don't wanna catch
-- Gang of Four

lyrics of the night. brought me out of a temporary dazed emo moment into the cold harsh wind that is my window open. too much thinking leads to self-reflection and bad shit. don't listen to your heart unless you are a trained professional...

mondayitis

itchy, scratchy, tired. problematic day where simple tasks get tangled, bike tyre flat, people walk in your path... grumpy... monday

slippage

Naughty dog, no content. Have been entertained by what you can add to blogs without actually saying anything. Also entertained in First Life by quality people, lovely people. Vietnamese and cocktails in Newtown, coffee and study in Glebe, cocktail parties in Enmore, breakfast in Bondi. No money again - but pay only a long stone's throw away. Sunday warm, winey and a bath is imminent.

One week to payday

The economic countdown begins. Accounts empty, a week of miserly daily allowances calling softly from my slim wallet. Wine stocks running low, scotch gone. However my bike is repaired! (curse those over-quoting gobblins who fixed her...) Mobility has returned.

Late night discussions about free will do not help in quitting smoking, as enjoyable as they may be.

Tuesday good

Not bad for a Tuesday. Worked most of the day from home AND was productive. Various drop in conversations in the early evening, trailing into a night of philosophical discourse over beer. Post graduates dream of these days, but the monkey tech boy gets one today!

And so it begins... again...

5 cigarettes... back in the old office... butting head against Flash... is all looking a little familiar, yet somehow a little bit more advanced. and so onwards :-)

In the last hours of Sunday, I smoke the last dregs of my rollies and fear the morning realisation that I said I was going to quit.

Dinner party trailed into happy oblivion. Cleaning assisted by the spoils of war - happy alcoholic doggie-bags of love. Into the night towards pool (game with balls not wetness).

Ended day teaching lasagna cooking to ex-flateate. much shopping as its payday. large dinner party tomorrow...

Woke up on a phycisist's floor with the false confidence of the still drunk.