Prospects

We're all in at work today, drinking tea, listening to the last Cat Power album. J and J are arguing companionably and I am ricocheting between work and surf. There is talk of a work excursion to the Kill Bill Double Bill. I may even make it to the footy while I'm down here - I have a twisted ambition to be forced to buy a cardboard four-beer-holder for fifty cents there. I am not really a football person - I leave that to Rae - but as I've never been to a game...I may as well have the experience guided by an expert.

After helping his mother buy a house on her birthday (June 2nd) M was feeling very pleased with himself, as he usually avoids family participation activities like he does instant coffee. However I think his mum must have had a reaction from her recent trip down to Eden (NSW), the cold she caught there, selling her house last weekend, her birthday dinner on Tuesday night and then putting down the house deposit on Wednesday. Thursday morning she was not so good and is now in hospital. M is going to visit today, so I'm waiting to see how she is. Stupid lupus.

Though I like listening to music at work - we all have very compatible tastes - I can't write. Even writing this has been an effort. Yike. I have to get over my problem with lyrics taking over my thought processes.

Todays Vow: To stay out of all record shops. Out. Out!