two weeks later

and life took me away from my blog to show me what was outside. Nice, apart from the rain...

The busy season at work begins today. Let's install a new mail client (hello Outlook, I believe we met before in darker times). Let's install a new job tracking software (Is This Serious Mum?). Let's try it without a team manager. And as always, remember to smile. This is meant to be fun, right? And you know what? I can smile. Sure I get cranky. Sure I get pissed off. Then I remember the magic mantra... 'This is annoying. Pulling that head from attached body would cause me satisfaction. Why can't they just... oh, fuck it. Who cares? I had sex this morning and everything after that is merely a shadowy backdrop.Work crap just doesn't rate in this grander scheme.'

And it works...

and the rain came hammering down

yet more night sweats, more dreams... cannot find my vietnamese books on the shelf... lots of not being able to find the things I need... what does it all mean? virus my arse... what do the doctor's know? this is obviously some psychic invasion by alien forces...

fever pitch

12 hours in bed with sweats and hallucinatory dreams but little sleep.

drinks with cousins

spent most of the day in bed recovering from last night's excess. then spoilt all the good work by meeting up with my cousins in kings cross and drinking many bottles of red wine. back where i started again, hungover and struggling to leave the bedroom.

family dinner

left the rarified atmosphere of redfern with G and headed north north over the bridge and far away to where my brother lives in lindfield. arrived and set about cooking up a storm... leg of pork, leg of lamb, lots of veg both roasted and steamed. let loose in the wine cellar, reds from the 80's and 90's, so old they had corks in :-)

both my cousins from melbourne with their respective partners were there - my brother, his wife, the four children. much wine, beautiful food, brandy and excellent conversation. so I broke an 18th century chair? and slept walked naked around the house? and urinated in inappropriate places? and tried to get in bed with my cousin and her fiance? these things can be forgiven, non?

never, ever, ever go to the north side...

irregardless of quality

I was quoted a few nights ago: "But no! Wait! Pretszels! Magic dust!... Running man". It was a visual moment...

Robert Rowley rolled a round a rolled round, and if Robert Rowley rolled a round a rolled round,
where is the round roll Robert Rowley rolled round?
from THEOPHILUS THISTLER by SONIC ANIMATION