Haha ok, just keeping an eye on things babe, i know you think i'm paranoid...and i am when it comes to this!

The fact that i'm free is just beginning to sink in. Had a beautiful arvo, strolling with ursh along the river and smiling to myself as the stress of the past month slowly faded away. Summer is coming, the weather is improving wonderfully and i'm absolutely obligation free. Couldnt be feeling much better if i tried.

The weekend was a bender, as predicted and promise and i let no-one down. At puggs at 4.30pm Ian and i realised we weren't making it to midnight without chemical assistance so downed this crazy trippy stuff called pepper extract and began one of the most full on nights i've ever had. It was fucking awesome, one of the best drug experiences i've ever had, except tiredness caught me eventually and i was unable to sleep until last night. Spent saturday on the beach with warfey, breece and sar. They played beach cricket while i lay completely still in shallow water and tried not to move at all, except to go to the esky for more water. Worst come down of all time, especially considering i didn't help it saturday night and felt like death most of sunday. Sunday night i dragged myself from the depths of my dark, cold bedroom to Bumpkins for the rugby, and more specifically to watch him and christian down a bottle of bill and yell strange, obsessive abuse at the television. They kept jumping up and doing this dance to "swing low sweet charriot" which had me in fits of laughter. God i love my boys, they are the greatest.

Then i picked andrew up from his friends house and went back to his place. It was really nice getting cuddles, cos i've been so detatched from civilisation recently that i'd lost all sense of closeness to people. I know that sounds weird, but i'd almost become numb. It was just really relaxing being in someones company, waking up my senses again. I guess the familiarity is also nice, not having to worry about anything or doing the should i/shouldn't i thing. He was a sweetheart and helped me get to sleep by talking me through that thing we used to do in drama, about lying on a warm beach. Sleep was so so good. Then i preceeded to have amazingly trippy dreams about this new place mum and dad have bought, andrew, and fire. Very disjointed. Woke up feeling better than i have in ages and ages.

Tomorrow will be spent job hunting. I applied to write for inpress today, and whilst the money is crap, at least i get to go to gigs, interview people and get the journalism experience. I'm going to do the wander with my CV and pray that someone is nice enough to give me a job soon. I just cant be picky, and i've got to stop myself doing the "but that shop is so not cool" think that i'm likely to do. If i have to work in a old womens fashion store then i will - everyone works crap jobs some time in their life.

Well anyway, i'm going to go read - thats right - for pleasure! Yay, finally. Andrew (C) has leant me this book on zen guitar, which he says is very entertaining and begged me to read so we can discuss it. Kat thinks hes trying to get me to join a cult. Hehe, i miss living with that guy.

Write again soon. Take care all.