I need a camera, badly. It's driving me crazy. I will buy film, but it's not the same. They have different uses. I want a digital. Soon (but not soon enough) I'll have Rowan's old one... Maybe I should just buy one on ebay and sell it again when I buy his.
Richie is still in Canberra; I am here in Sydney. It's pretty crushing. I know I'm pathetic.
But I've been doing okay at entertaining myself. I've been feeding Gerry. He's sleeping in our loungeroom for a little while, since his German lover's visa ran out.
I made him spinach and ricotta cannelloni, then I made him messy eggs (scrambled eggs full of tasty vegetables, and also garlic and ricotta, on toast with avocado, mmmmm), and this morning we had pancakes with sour cherries and yoghurt with Amy and Rowan. Good food helps me stop complaining. But I miss Richie like hell. This is the longest we've been away from each other in almost 2 years. It's currently Saturday, and he gets home on Monday night. Two more sleeps!
Work is utterly draining.
Also, I gave in and read Twilight. A friend gave me the whole series. I'd read the 3rd one when I was sick, hoping it would keep me occupied for a few days, it looked thick. But it only entertained me for an afternoon. It's such fluff that I've powered through two equally large volumes in as many days. I'm reading the 4th one now. It is somewhat addictive. I want to read it for the same reason I buy gossip magazines when I could buy art magazines. It's easy. But I'll probably finish the 4th one by Monday (11 hour shift tomorrow limits reading time between now and Monday morning) and then I've got to finish Cat's Cradle. I know Vonnegut is better than Twilight.
I bought a two headed taxidermied duckling on ebay. I'm excited. My collection of dead things is growing. I hope for this continues.
I also need to find a reliable source of nitrous bulbs near my house. I bought a cream cracker. People say it burns holes in the lining of your brain. But considering dentists give you enough of it that you pass out, I think the comparatively tiny amounts we inhale are pretty harmless. Plus, I do enough things which will eventually kill me. Nitrous is the least of my concerns. And it's great fucking fun.
It was warm today. I'm hoping its even warmer on Tuesday and Wednesday, when I will have two days off to do whatever takes my fancy, and Richie will be home. I want to go to the beach. Is 21 degrees hot enough for the beach? That's the forecast. I kind of don't care either way. I really want to go to the beach.
Summer in Redfern is going to be great. I need to get myself a bike.
