There's a tiny fly eating my scrambled eggs

I'm sitting down the street at a cafe call Kat Bahloo, just had a rather generic breakfast, but I'm not hungry anymore, so it's all good. It was generic as in 'i coulda made this at home' not even 'this is so cliche cafe i coulda got it anywhere'. The toast sliced bread was the giveaway. Very Denny's. Very 24hr diner. Fuck the wind is cold. The sun was nice a second ago, maybe... ooo, yeah, it's back.

Flatwarming tonight. I wish we'd had another week to get ready. Jo's working, so won't even be able to attend her own party. Poor wee dear. I'm still debating whether me and Andy know enough people to fill a room... one the size of our enormous, wonderful lounge anyway. We had all these grand ideas of having it on the roof, then never organised anything to sit on up there, so that's probably not gonna happen. I don't care, it's never gonna beat the Kent St Fridge Benefit Party, or the Keppell St Crack Den Porn Party, or Arch Hills 90210... perhaps because it doesn't have a cool name... and too many designers working in unison to make the house look like a mexican restaurant... damn I miss you guys. And the mistlesnake, I miss that too. And Juan the S&M Cactus. Sara, I think you have photos of that? I don't, I want them, dig them out for me. I'm gonna have to get a scanner at some point and give you all the B&W September ones of Keppell St et al. GTs.

Enough reminiscing. Ooo, one last one, Jenni's farewell do was last night, I'll miss her presence in Melbourne. Ben Lee at the Ferntree Gully Hotel... I think I have a photo of that... somewhere.

Speaking of photos... This is the fog on the river by the Casino on my way to work the other morning:





Aaaaaanyway. I have things to do. Well, sort of. Whatever.


hot: the sun
not: the shade
music: Something mexican from the place next door
mood: wish I'd brought a jumper
goals: stay awake for the warming tonight