Pouring tea in the dark and trying to remember what I've done tonight (pouring tea in the dark is unexpectedly difficult) I reaized I'm probably not being particularly thourough in my posts. I'll try an get myself and everybody else up to speed with this post.

So what you know is that I got a job. What you don't know is that my laptop charger melted itself and is now, sadly defunct. This happened a few days ago and I'm ecstatic. I hate the internet, but unfortunately I love watching back to back episodes of Seinfeld and porn. So using Marie's instead (except for the porn). I'm also getting up in the mornings, which is another unexpectedly positive influence on my life. Somehow the extra five or six hours of awake-time I get really gel my day. Before I used to have to wrestle myself to sleep but now I find my day gently winds down over a couple of hours so I don't experience the usual painful jolts that once accompanied waking up and falling asleep. Which is great for me, I'm not sure how excited it makes me, but I do feel happy.

My satisfying job involved a lot of physical labour, which I need to stop me from getting anxious. It's also in the suburb with the highest rate of murders and murderers anywhere in Victoria. Unless there was a place with a higher rate that killed itself off entirely. I'm not discounting it. Sometimes I overhear conversations of customers, or th people working at the servo I'm painting, but usually I talk to Sam, who is my partner-in-crime and catalyst for danger, or occupy myself stealing chocolate eggs in an elaborate scheme I've concocted.

Amongst all of this wakefulness, computer damage and work I've not found much time to get on the computer, or much of a want to. But i do need to keep up the writing yet, and there is always more to say.

Tomorrow and today,

ws