I’m nearly at the end of a whole weekend on my own. Harriet was up the coast and Sean was in Japan seeing his girl Sascha. I needed to do a bunch of work for some guys in England so I figured it would be an ideal oportunity to get stuff done uninterrupted…but by God it’s wierd being at home alone all. I’ve been living on coffee and tea just to get away from the computer. On a tea break, I take the opportunity to run around the kitchen a bit since I figure it’s really bad to sit inertly all weekend. Must look really funny. Also I have surfed all of the FM stations frantically and sung loudly to eveything I thought I might have a jist of the words to. For some reason the lack of conversation makes you want to compensate by being really loud. I suppose prancing around the living room singing to Silverchair (oh yes) and that song from Spiderman about “Only a hero can save us” is marginally better than having converstions with myself.

This morning the neighbour came round to borrrow a Texter (permanant marker) and I didn’t let him leave for two hours. In the house we like to call him Dawson since he’s a avid , young film student and remarkably also has quite an impressive long forehead.

Poor bugger. I was so happy to have company that I jibbered at him with endless small talk: “So, what’s it like coming from Canberra?”,“Do you know what you want to do when you’ve left college?”, “Tell me all about your family!”.

He left with his marker pen and most likely, a deep suspicion I am quite barking mad.