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20.05.2007 – Sunday 20 May – Sore Throats & Aboriginal Worshippers

Morning

• I have a sore throat. This is particularly crap. I woke up with it yesterday morning, and it’s been building since then. I’ve been attempting to kill it all day—with no success yet. I’ve tried the orthodox—vitamin C, and the unorthodox—ice cream to slow and weaken it, followed by Coca Cola to poison it in its weakened state, but so far it’s survived.

Evening

• A bus delivered me to Hungry Jack’s in the city, where a staff member delivered me my baguette; I came across a fast, but rather dangerous looking car; and discovered the modern equivalent of an Aboriginal rock painting, complete with traditional worshipper.

Night

• My attempts at writing a little more than a simple factual account of what I did for a few days shall need to be extended, because I’m apparently too stable to have any changing emotions at the moment—and sadly either too busy, or too tired, to sit and contemplate. The former is good; the latter is something I need to correct.
  In theory, I have a fair bit of free time—more than the average worker due to my shiftwork, but it doesn’t seem like that. I think I’m not getting enough relaxation time, time where I’ve nothing else I need to do, and this means that I’m using my spare time to do nothing, to catch up on the relaxation I’m not getting.

Comment by Mum – Monday 28 May 2007, 10:43 PM

  Well, has been a bit of a smallish blast of rain up here. Just a small smidgeon of a sort of a blast of rain. Better than no thing. Look, this is the rainforest, and we are looking at drought. Drought? In the rainforest? We have had the worst lousiest "Wet" season. Puny. You all have to think further than your felafal source. Your felafel is after all WHEAT predominantly, and you and I and all of us are stuffed if the Australian wheatfields are again struck by drought, again. Again. Have mercy. The highest suicide rates in Australia are in the rural sector. Farmers sons, or sons, of sons, who cant do it any more.

Comment by Mum – Monday 28 May 2007, 11:28 PM

  Okay. I am using this as a forum. Knowing that Ned can nix it as he sees fit. Is okay. Just to keep it in focus. We are looking Up Here, at Canberra mob telling us what to do with our rivers, OUR rivers, our land, OUR land, and how to do it, and where and when. From a desk in Canberra. Get real.