This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Of course I'd finally get sick, now. Nine hours until I'm due on a bus. I'll be heading home, shortly, to a cup of tea and an attempt at sleep. Got about twenty minutes, last night, despite being in bed for hours. Today was all right, anyway. Getting up was difficult, given the lack of sleep and the on-coming cold-or-other-(probably)mild-illness, and was followed by doing-washing-but-not-bothering-to-pack-my-bag-afterwards, which was half an achievement. Cafe, unusual level of friendliness from staff to whom I usually don't speak, hugs from Cafegirl that made me feel a bit more something-like-but-not-really upset and suggestions that we catch up on one side or other of the world, in one or other of the next two years. Lots of tea, not so much food (too not-free). Then Spacehead, beer, story or two, and next thing I know I'm being stuffed into new coats and hats and scarfs and things of that nature, and getting a brisk and much-needed haircut above a cake shop. Quick beer with the brother, then here, to check E-mails and write this crap. No more Melbourne for a bit, but I can't say how long. Three months would get me what I want, but there's no assurances, really. All the pretty people are leaving, anyway, so I suppose that I'm not missing too much. 11:56 p.m. - 2007-06-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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