Third Monkey, Hear Evil
Friday, April 22, 2005
  Something about this year is bringing some people back into my life, albeit briefly. The strange thing - most of them went to Guildford Grammar. I met them all at UWA getting on for 10 years ago, and I haven't seen any of them since I graduated that uni. So far, I've met one at the local swimming pool, with his ~7 yr old daughter, one has been in contact via email, I met two at a mutual friends birthday (they married each other), and drove past one on his way home from the bus the other day.

Makes me wonder how many other people there are that I've lost track of that I would be interested in catching up with. I can think of a few - even one or two that I went to high school with. So if there are any people wandering past this blog who have worked out who I am, and want to get in touch, I'm still in Perth, and I'm still in the phone book under my original surname... 
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
This is a stupid book. I don't care that it is about places I know, or anything else. I hated the characters, the wanky lack of quote marks around the speech, the sometimes forced mentions of rhubarb (plants, concoctions, whatever) in (I think) every chapter. There was one positive thing in it, but later in the book it turned out not to be a triumph of the human spirit, but rather morphine, which was very depressing.

On the other hand, I didn't give it as bad a review as another friend. I read it. She read 6 pages and returned it to the bookshop from which it came, and went home with something better. 'Nuff said.

rating: good firewood. (if you don't get a plastic covered copy) 
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
  Life has been its usual fun self, and I've not managed to get to my blog to write about it. I really shouldn't be here now, except that I'm at uni, attempting to do an assignment that I really don't care about, that is so far overdue that it is getting very very embarrassing.

But the important thing about today is that it is Bryn's birthday. After the scare (meningitis) of last year, I'm really really happy to have got this far, and I'm not managing to focus on anything. Tomorrow is her neuro assessment, so we can get that final check that she is okay, and then the paediatrician will write the paper about the whole experience, and we can put it in the file of fascinating things.

I think I'll write something else another time when I can focus on anything for more than a minute.... 
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