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Drinks with my straight wife and the sailor have been postponed to this Friday. I look forward to spending time with two of my favourite people.

Went to 'Liza's "everyone's moving out" party. It was pretty good. I'm going to miss that house and the 16 King St crew, lol. It was great. We had a lot of amazing times in that house. Cutting TAFE, having lunch, cooking, eating, reading, playing word games and laughing. The laughter is definately the thing that stands out the most for me. And the mass amounts of pot we smoked together, especially when Nicko lived there. You know, between 'Liza's old place in Marrickville and this one in Newtown, I met more memorable people than I think I've met before or since. Anyway. Everytime I've walked into that house, from the first time to the last time, I felt like I was coming home from a long, long day. I really will miss it.

In a foul mood today. Doubtlessly related to something biological (urgh). But I still feel really not good.

Tonight is a good night for writing, but it's awful...I have nothing to say. I've had nothing to say for a long time now and the more I try to write over the top of it, the worse it gets...It's writer's block....Which I personally define as the fear of having nothing to say. Except that it's not a fear. It's worse. I'm actually terrified that I have nothing to say.

Blue.