do i owe emails all around i wonder?
i don't know, i seem to have left off a lot of things.
sorry for the silence on here lately, what with western australia and everything to tell, but i don't know.
maybe it's time to lay off the self-analysis. no need to subject oneself to that kind of glaring narrow gaze, with blinkers.
a bit like subjecting yourself to xrays, radiation.
bathing in your own gaze, a bit like implosion.
all i can think today is i should be famous.
yesterday was near perfect, except for the earsqueak. we took the dogs (we're minding another dog named dish) to a harbourview at balmain, ate pad thai, ran into tessa getting it btw, and then went to chwd and wasted money on frivolities, such as dollsclothes for madeline. then we went out for dinner at a greek restaurant, in balmain again. it all span on so well. our mother left the scarf in the restaurant and she sent us running back for it, and we ran along like hooligans, whooping renaissance falsetto, and a passing man mocked me, and i mocked back, mocked back, laughingly.