...of a very old feeling ( Read more... )

D. has finally got a day job. Hoorah! After 16 years of night shift (driving), D. is officially working during the day and sleeping at night.

His little brother Joe, helped him get the job working for Dahlsen's in the Frame and Truss department. And I can't believe how happy it's made us. Words can't explain it, and wouldn't do it justice.

...cause I've been painting with it all day. Yup, been down the Clubrooms again. All that unpaid, unrecognised volunteer labour is of great personal satisfaction. (sic)


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... into the realm of self-employment ( Read more... )

...to this weekend. At all ( Read more... )

... Oh sorry, I mean Traralgon. Same thing really. But it's frickin' cold. I've had the heater running non-stop every day for the last couple of weeks now. And I'm terrified of the upcoming gas bill ( Read more... )

Yep, today I finally got off my backside and began working out the details for my main goal. I'm going to publish a fiction magazine. It's something I've always wanted to do, and I think that it would truly be a dream job. But all I've ever done is think about it, until today ( Read more... )

And I will be very glad for the week to start so I can get some rest ( Read more... )

I really hate when Mum starts her phone call off like this. Once it was your Dad's OK, but he's fallen out of a tree.

This time Dad's got gout. For a second I just thought, What the F***? Isn't gout some sort of gangrene that sailors used to get? Then Mum was telling me about how he couldn't walk without a frame and then he fell on the ( Read more... )

A horrible day that I'm not real keen on dredging up but as I have been neglecting my handwritten journal, I'd best make sure that I put down an account somewhere ( Read more... )