I never thought it could happen

with me and the girl from Clapham. And it never did.

Aside from fighting with my muthafookin' iPod, I've ben keeping busy with social tasks (coffee and the like) and lovely evenings with mon homme. Works for me. I've not got enough work done as I'd have like, but this is my united states of whatevah.

It's windy out and the nights are quite cool here in Sydney, even when the day tops out at nearly 30C. My kinda weather.

I decided today that, rather than spending 3 hours travelling to/fro some gay beach, I'm gonna instead buy a beach chair. Our place has a large outdoor pool and patio. And it's not like I'm feeling cruisy or anything--I just wanna veg and bake. And this approach means the fridge and toilet are much handier. I'm already quite over the full-day expeditions that commuting from Drummoyne to parts East and South entails.

Tonight: leftover aubergine parmagiana. Tomorrow: a beach chair. Friday: querrelle's booked off!

Any questions? Feel free to ask. Really. I'll answer any and all, though I doubt I'm that interesting to any of youse.