Things are busy. Very busy.
I've had an odd sense of apprehension hanging over me for the past weeks. There are a number of things that may be responsible for it: the approach of the football finals and my team's dismal showing yesterday; the fact that I have to have a chunk of my skin cut out because it doesn't agree with my doctor*; the inexorable march towards the event that will shape ours as a nation of either fuckwits or comrades; my Grandmother being taken to emergency during the week, dangerously unwell with the flu attacking her already mesothelioma-filled lungs; an increasingly dark cloud hovering over my place of work; the brilliant yet oddly unsettling moods of the early samples from my sister's new album; my highly developed penchant for over-dramatisation; an unexplainably stubborn refusal to sign up to Facebook. Who knows, it could be anything.
A couple of things I am enjoying right now are the convincingly optimistic writings of this character, particularly his confident predictions that Howard won't just lose the election, but will be crushed like a bug in the process. The Wire is yet another astonishingly good TV series from the folks at HBO, and Flight of the Conchords continues to be hi-larious. I had an extremely pleasant weekend away recently with these people, and had a lovely dinner with this particular set of charming lads and lasses.
So here's hoping this sense of impending doom is nothing but late-winter weirdness and that the next couple of weeks brings nothing but ace-ness. Here's hoping...
LOL x heaps!*don't worry Jelly, it's not as bad as it sounds
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