most of the time

Hi there.
I'm lying in my bed, it's 1.21pm Saturday arvo. The blinds are shut and my friend Louise has crashed on the mattress next to me. Twas a big, fun night last night.

It was kinda a going away party for myself (and also my housemate who is going to Nepal for a couple of weeks). The housemates brought a majority of the party-goers though, so I'm grateful. Is that the right, grateful? Greatful? No, it's not that. Hmm. You don't wanna think about that in the literary sense, grate full. Gratings. Ok, enough of that.

Danny's Burgers. A genius place. I've wanted to go there the whole time I've been in Melbourne. This desire was heightened once it was featured in the Good Weekend magazine. It's just down the road, a couple of blocks away. It's a 24/7 burger joint and by joes is it a happy place.

So I'm heading outta this land soon. I feel different somehow after being sick. I just feel less need to do stuff, to rush around. I think I was creating all these things for me to do, and placing high importance on all of these things. And being sick just stops everything and your sense of time changes.
And this feeling is lingering. I can't involve myself in any new projects because there's a limited amount of time. I feel stuck, in a sense. Work is slow, only a coupla shifts per week, and I'm just waiting to leave.

Hmm. I think that's it for the moment. Hope youse are doing well! Au reviour mes petites.