just warm the bread, she doesn't actually want toast. sigh. sat under our hardbour bridge for a while today. watched the storm roiling north west, the winds of the nor-east and the turmoil of the south. today i've fixed my truck: refitted hubs, replaced brake lines, bled brake system. fixed mum's wagon: radiator flush, replace hoses, fill. and i got a replacement axle for my Mountain Bike, so all in all i am quitie accomplished. i caught up with G and his new pad in town. ground floor, courtyard, one brm one bathrm, lounge/kitchenette. 340$/wk or thereabouts. the same as they paid for a 2brm/1+study sep lounge/dining +garden at 3 kings. curious. how city people value land. it's like the more concrete you have around you, the more you pay. what a way to live. everyone is finally buying paintball guns. like 4 years after i suggested we should. sometimes my trends take a while to set. i think my next big purchase will be a bike.MTB or motox i dont know yet. god i drive well. i've been doing this driving course thing ya'see. and it surprises me just how wrong some of our younger drivers are. at least those who've been taught by me have the benefit of awesome, because without that they'd be jsut as average as the remainder. and the remainder are below average. so life continiues. it's an odd space now. a plateua. a stasis. a time not of time, but of being. of occupying space, without purpose, without intent or meaning and without progress. darkness plays at me. as i play at it sometimes. the nights come early by your time, and sleep is expected of us, but we dont, we wander out, unitl dawn, comes too early, and we hide again for the darkness, which is coming as sure as the sunrise. and i've been dreaming of late. aany. magic. wonderful things. new and old. they form alleigance, and piece themselves together, a perfect fit, for my sanity. how about that? _ra 2004|260409