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03.04.2005 – Sunday 3 April – Lazy & Freudian

• Bronwen and I lazed around for most of the morning, eventually heading into the city in time for Bronwen to meet Alana, who she hadn’t seen in ages.

Afternoon

• I had a relaxing morning, getting up some time later and heading into the Valley (having forgot to purchase a ticket, remembering only when the ticket collectors turned up), where I got a free Palace Centro Movie Club membership, veggie “Subway”, and a Cold Rock Super Shake. I then swapped twenty-five dollars in notes for twenty-two dollars in small change from some bloke with a fake gun and caught the train home – which seems to be a bad deal somehow.

Evening

• I sat and read about Freud’s ridiculous theories on the development of children and their relationships with their parents, while a small boy on the train in the seat in front of me argued with his mother – he wanted to “get back inside” her, to be a baby again, and wouldn’t take no as an answer. The ironic homology between the two struck me, and then I was tired and slept, before arriving home and finishing off the Indian food we’d ordered last night.

Comment by Mum – Monday 4 April 2005, 7:38 PM

  Gah. Bah. Freud ought to have laid all the stuff he had envisaged for others, on himself, and then we would have seen how screwed up he became. Poor fellow.